every word, look, and gesture, which were really captivating. She
would say, "I am excessively attached to another, and yet I take
such delight in being near you! When I am not in HIS company, I
like being nowhere so well as here." (Here was another compliment.)

"And don't you know why?" inquired I.

"I do not."

"I will tell you, then. It is because I permit you to talk about
your lover."

"That is a good guess; yet still I think it is a good deal because I
esteem you so very much!"

Poor girl! along with this pretty frankness she had that blessed sin
of taking me always by the hand, and pressing it with all her heart,
not perceiving that she at once pleased and disconcerted me by her
affectionate manner. Thanks be to Heaven, that I can always recall
this excellent little girl to mind without the least tinge of
remorse.



CHAPTER XXX.



The following portion of my narrative would assuredly have been more
interesting had the gentle Angiola fallen in love with me, or if I