"I hope what I may say need not be kept a secret long. You joke with me about Miss Baker; but you cannot really believe that my affections are placed there? You must, I think, have guessed by this time--" "I am the worst hand in the world at guessing anything." "I am not a young man, Miss Todd--" "No; and she isn't a young woman. She's fifty. It would all be very proper in that respect." "I'm not thinking of Miss Baker, Miss Todd." "Dear! well now, I really thought you were thinking of her. And I'll tell you this, Sir Lionel; if you want a wife to look after you, you couldn't do better than think of her--a nice, good-tempered, cheerful, easy, good-looking woman; with none of the Littlebath nastiness about her;--and a little money too, I've no doubt. How could you do better than think of her?" Would it not have softened Miss Baker's heart towards her friend if she could have heard all this? "Ah; you say this to try me. I know you do." "Try you! no; but I want you to try Miss Baker." "Well; I am going to make an attempt of that kind, certainly; certainly I am. But it is not with Miss Baker, as I cannot but think you know;" and then he paused to collect his ideas, and take in at a _coup d'oeil_ the weak point to which his attack should be turned. Meanwhile, Miss Todd sat silent. She knew by this time what was coming; and knew also, that in courtesy the gentleman should be allowed to have his say. Sir Lionel drew his chair again nearer--it was now very near--and thus began:-- "Dear Sarah!--" How he had found out that Miss Todd's name was Sarah it might be difficult to say. Her signature was S. Todd; and Sir Lionel had certainly never heard her called by her Christian name. But facts were with him. She undoubtedly had been christened Sarah. "Dear Sarah!--" "Ha! ha! ha! Ha! ha! ha!" laughed Miss Todd, with terrible loudness, with a shaking of her sides, throwing herself backwards and forwards in the corner of her sofa. It was not civil, and so Sir Lionel felt. When you first call your lady-love by her Christian name, you do not like to have the little liberty made a subject of ridicule--you feel it by far less if the matter be taken up seriously against you as a crime on your part. "Ha! ha! ha!" continued Miss Todd, roaring in her laughter louder than ever; "I don't think, Sir Lionel, I was ever called Sarah before since the day I was born; and it does sound so funny. Sarah! Ha! ha! ha!" Sir Lionel was struck dumb. What could he say when his little tenderness was met in such a manner? "Call me Sally, if you like, Sir Lionel. My brothers and sisters, and uncles and aunts, and all those sort of people, always called me Sally. But, Sarah! Ha! ha! ha! Suppose you call me Sally, Sir Lionel." Sir Lionel tried, but he could not call her Sally; his lips at that moment would not form the sound.