He drew from his pocket the very miniature in the shagreen case: your stumbling-block, Walter. 'Do me the honour, Filmar, to accept this from me.' 'Miss Valmont's picture!--and of your painting!--You are delirious, Montgomery!' 'Faith, not I!--never more rational in my life, as this very action evinces. Exquisitely divinely charming as she is, who would stand a competition against your person, rank, and happy influence with Mr. Valmont.' 'Influence with Mr. Valmont!' 'Inimitable!' cried he.--'You overwhelm me with your perfections this morning. How natural that start? nor do you forget the grace of the attitude, I perceive. It is too late, Filmar. Be candid. We will not quarrel; for, as you have so much the start of me in her uncle's approbation, I must resign with a good grace. Can I do more than even yield to my rival that resemblance of her enchanting face? All I ask in return is to oblige me in kind offices with Mr. Valmont.--'Tis a curst strange business to be sure, but, on my soul, Mr. Valmont sent me to town to study!--I have no time to spare, as yet.--Mum! you know, as to my employments.--I shall reform ere long.' 'Send you to London to study!--Ha! ha! ha!' 'Yes by heaven he did!--To this emporium of delight!--A strange being!' 'And so are you; for, Montgomery, if I understand your meaning concerning Mr. and Miss Valmont, may I--.' 'S'death, my Lord, Sir Walter's strange speech and your confusion kept me awake two hours! Upon my soul, you have seen her! I know you have; and I am sure Mr. Valmont wouldn't suffer any man in the kingdom to look at her, except the one whom he designs for her husband. Everything corroborates the fact. You told me the Earl knew Mr. Valmont; but did you ever hint, in the most remote way, that you had been in the castle, till Sir Walter's question obliged you to have recourse to that portrait in the drawing room, to excuse the implication?--Ah, Filmar!--A divinity is destined for your arms, whilst I must sigh in secret over the remembrance of past hopes!' 'You won't sigh alone, Montgomery. You don't profess anchorism. There are other divinities.' He smiled one of those enchanting smiles which will probably reduce many such divinities into frail mortals. And then he enumerated, in the way of exclamation, a number of his favourite beauties. 'No wonder you want to give up Miss Valmont,' said I, 'you that are the favoured of so many.' 'Want to give up Miss Valmont! Lord God, how can you talk so ridiculously, Filmar? Want to give up an angel, with whom it were life to die, to live from whom is death! Is she not torn from my arms? Am I not interdicted, and another elected? By heavens! my Lord, your secresy was unkind, but this triumph is insulting!'