Wright took out a long purse full of guineas: then put it up again, and
opened a pocket-book full of bank-notes. The milliner's respect for him
obviously increased. "Jenny! Do run and see who's within there. Miss
Barton was trying on her dress, I think, half an hour ago: may be she'll
pass through this way, and the gentleman may have a sight of her, since
it weighs so much upon his mind. Let me put up the cap too, sir: it's
quite the fashion, you may assure the Lincolnshire ladies.--Oh! here's
Miss Barton."

Miss Barton made her appearance, with all her most bewitching smiles
and graces. Without seeming to notice Wright, she seated herself in a
charming attitude; and, leaning pensively on the counter, addressed
her conversation to her friend, the milliner: but, at every convenient
pause, she cast an inquiring glance at Wright, who stood with his long
purse of guineas in his hand, and his open pocket-book of bank-notes
before him, as if he had been so much astonished by the lady's
appearance, that he could not recover his recollection. Now, Wright was
a remarkably well-shaped handsome man, and Miss Barton was in reality as
much struck by his appearance as he feigned to be by hers. No forbidding
reserve condemned him to silence; and, as if inspired by the hope of
pleasing, he soon grew talkative.

"This is the most rare town, this, your town of York." said he: "I do
not well know how I shall ever he able to get myself out of it: so many
fine sights, my eyes be quite dazzled!" "And pray, sir, which of all the
fine sights do you like the best?" said the milliner.

"Oh! the ladies be the finest of all the fine sights: and I know who I
think the finest lady I ever beheld--but will never tell--never."