a smile; and he with a sigh told her, she must command: then she fell to telling him how she had sent for _Brilliard_, and all the discourse that passed; with the reason of her falling into a swoon, in which she continued a moment or two; and while she told it she blushed with a secret fear, that in that trance some freedoms might be taken which she durst not confess: but while she spoke, our still more passionate lover devoured her with his eyes, fixed his very soul upon her charms of speaking and looking, and was a thousand times (urged by transporting passion) ready to break all her dictates, and vow himself her eternal slave; but he feared the result, and therefore kept himself within the bounds of seeming friendship; so that after a thousand things she said of _Philander_, he took his leave to go to dinner; but as he was going out he saw _Brilliard_ enter, who, as I said, had forgot he left _Octavio_ with her; but in a moment recollecting himself, he blushed at the apprehension, that they might make his disorder the subject of their discourse; so what with that, and the sight of the dear object of his late disappointed pleasures, he had much ado to assume an assurance to approach; but _Octavio_ passed out, and gave him a little release. _Sylvia_’. confusion was almost equal to his, for she looked on him as a ravisher; but how to find that truth which she was very curious to know, she called up all the arts of women to instruct her in; by threats she knew it was in vain, therefore she assumed an artifice, which indeed was almost a stranger to her heart, that of jilting him out of a secret which she knew he wanted generosity to give handsomely; and meeting him with a smile, which she forced, she cried, ‘How now, _Brilliard_, are you so faint-hearted a soldier, you cannot see a lady die without being terrified?’ ‘Rather, madam,’ (replied he blushing anew) ‘so soft-hearted, I cannot see the loveliest person in the world fainting in my arms, without being disordered with grief and fear, beyond the power of many days to resettle again.’ At which she approached him, who stood near the door, and shutting it, she took him by the hand, and smiling, cried, ‘And had you no other business for your heart but grief and fear, when a fair lady throws herself into your arms? It ought to have had some kinder effect on a person of _Brilliard_’. youth and complexion.’ And while she spoke this she held him by the wrist, and found on the sudden his pulse to beat more high, and his heart to heave his bosom with sighs, which now he no longer took care to hide, but with a transported joy, he cried, ‘Oh madam, do not urge me to a confession that must undo me, without making it criminal by my discovery of it; you know I am your slave----’ when she with a pretty wondering smile, cried--’What, a lover too, and yet so dull!’ ‘Oh charming _Sylvia_,’ (says he, and falling on his knees) ‘give my profound respect a kinder name:’ to which she answered,--’You that