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Lady Allonby accorded this conceit the tribute of a sigh; then glanced, in the direction of four impassive footmen to make sure they were out of earshot.

“And so–?” said she.

“Split me!” said Mr. Erwyn, “I thought you had noted it long ago.”

“Indeed,” she observed, reflectively, “I suppose it is quite time.”

“I am not,” said Mr. Erwyn, “in the heyday of my youth, I grant you; but I am not for that reason necessarily unmoved by the attractions of an advantageous person, a fine sensibility and all the graces.”

He sipped his tea with an air of resentment; and Lady Allonby, in view of the disparity of age which existed between Mr. Erwyn and her step-daughter, had cause to feel that she had blundered into gaucherie; and to await with contrition the proposal for her step-daughter’s hand that the man was (at last) about to broach to her, as the head of the family.

“Who is she?” said Lady Allonby, all friendly interest.

“An angel,” said Mr. Erwyn, fencing.

“Beware,” Lady Allonby exhorted, “lest she prove a recording angel; a wife who takes too deep an interest in your movements will scarcely suit you.”

“Oh, I am assured,” said Mr. Erwyn, smiling, “that on Saturdays she will allow me the customary half-holiday.”

Lady Allonby, rebuffed, sought consolation among the conserves.

“Yet, as postscript,” said Mr. Erwyn, “I do not desire a wife who will take her morning chocolate with me and sup with Heaven knows whom. I have seen, too much of mariage à la mode, and I come to her, if not with the transports of an Amadis, at least with an entire affection and respect.”

“Then,” said Lady Allonby, “you love this woman?”

“Very tenderly,” said Mr. Erwyn; “and, indeed, I would, for her sake, that the errors of my past life were not so numerous, nor the frailty of my aspiring resolutions rendered apparent–ah, so many times!–to a gaping and censorious world. For, as you are aware, I cannot offer her an untried heart; ’tis somewhat worn by many barterings. But I know that this heart beats with accentuation in her presence; and when I come to her some day and clasp her in my arms, as I aspire to do, I trust that her lips may not turn away from mine and that she may be more glad because I am so near and that her stainless heart may sound an echoing chime. For, with a great and troubled adoration, I love her as I have loved no other woman; and this much, I submit, you cannot doubt.”

“I?” said Lady Allonby, with extreme innocence. “La, how should I know?”

“Unless you are blind,” Mr. Erwyn observed–“and I apprehend those spacious shining eyes to be more keen than the tongue of a dowager,–you must have seen of late that I have presumed to hope–to think–that she whom I love so tenderly might deign to be the affectionate, the condescending friend who would assist me to retrieve the indiscretions of my youth–“

The confusion of his utterance, his approach to positive agitation as he waved his teaspoon, moved Lady Allonby. “It is true,” she said, “that I have not been wholly blind–“

“Anastasia,” said Mr. Erwyn, with yet more feeling, “is not our friendship of an age to justify sincerity?”

“Oh, bless me, you toad! but let us not talk of things that happened under the Tudors. Well, I have not been unreasonably blind,–and I do not object,–and I do not believe that Dorothy will prove obdurate.”

“You render me the happiest of men,” Mr. Erwyn stated, rapturously. “You have, then, already discussed this matter with Miss Allonby?”

“Not precisely,” said she, laughing; “since I had thought it apparent to the most timid lover that the first announcement came with best grace from him.”

“O’ my conscience, then, I shall be a veritable Demosthenes,” said Mr. Erwyn, laughing likewise; “and in common decency she will consent.”

“Your conceit.” said Lady Allonby, “is appalling.”

“‘Tis beyond conception,” Mr. Erwyn admitted; “and I propose to try marriage as a remedy. I have heard that nothing so takes down a man.”