S. But you say I look best when I am pale.

H. When you are pale, I think so; but when you have a colour, I then
think you still more beautiful. It is you that I admire; and whatever
you are, I like best. I like you as Miss L----, I should like you still
more as Mrs. ----. I once thought you were half inclined to be a prude,
and I admired you as a "pensive nun, devout and pure." I now think you
are more than half a coquet, and I like you for your roguery. The truth
is, I am in love with you, my angel; and whatever you are, is to me the
perfection of thy sex. I care not what thou art, while thou art still
thyself. Smile but so, and turn my heart to what shape you please!

S. I am afraid, Sir, Mrs. E---- will think you have forgotten her.

H. I had, my charmer. But go, and make her a sweet apology, all
graceful as thou art. One kiss! Ah! ought I not to think myself the
happiest of men?



THE FLAGEOLET





H. Where have you been, my love?

S. I have been down to see my aunt, Sir.