every tittle of what she had said;--so looking back, and seeing her
still standing in the door of the shop, as if to look whether I
went right or not,--I returned back to ask her, whether the first
turn was to my right or left,--for that I had absolutely forgot.--
Is it possible! said she, half laughing. 'Tis very possible,
replied I, when a man is thinking more of a woman than of her good
advice.

As this was the real truth--she took it, as every woman takes a
matter of right, with a slight curtsey.

- Attendez! said she, laying her hand upon my arm to detain me,
whilst she called a lad out of the back shop to get ready a parcel
of gloves. I am just going to send him, said she, with a packet
into that quarter, and if you will have the complaisance to step
in, it will be ready in a moment, and he shall attend you to the
place.--So I walk'd in with her to the far side of the shop: and
taking up the ruffle in my hand which she laid upon the chair, as
if I had a mind to sit, she sat down herself in her low chair, and
I instantly sat myself down beside her.

- He will be ready, Monsieur, said she, in a moment.--And in that
moment, replied I, most willingly would I say something very civil
to you for all these courtesies. Any one may do a casual act of
good nature, but a continuation of them shows it is a part of the
temperature; and certainly, added I, if it is the same blood which
comes from the heart which descends to the extremes (touching her
wrist) I am sure you must have one of the best pulses of any woman
in the world.--Feel it, said she, holding out her arm. So laying
down my hat, I took hold of her fingers in one hand, and applied