'Oh!' cried he, 'to be by your side, to see you, touch you, talk to you, love you, adore you, and yet find you lost to me for ever. Oh! 'tis too much, too much.' 'The milliner is here, Miss,' said the maid, tapping at the door. 'Bid her call again,' said I. 'Beloved of my soul!' murmured his lordship. 'Ma'am,' interrupted the maid, opening the door, 'she cannot call again, as she must go from this to Kensington.' 'Then let her come in,' said I, and she entered with a charming assortment of bonnets and dresses. 'We will finish the scene another time,' whispered I to his lordship. His lordship swore that he would drop dead that instant. The milliner declared that she had brought me the newest patterns. 'On my honour,' said I to his lordship, 'you shall finish this scene to-morrow morning, if you wish it.' 'You may go and be---- Heigho!' said he, suddenly checking himself. What he was about to say, I know not; something mysterious, I should think, by the knitting of his brows. However, he snatched his spear, shield, and helmet, made a low bow, laid his hand on his heart, and stalked out of the chamber. Interesting youth! I then ran in debt for some millinery, drank hartshorn, and chafed my temples. I think I was right about the kiss. I confess I am not one of those girls who try to attract men through the medium of the touch; and who thus excite passion at the expence of respect. Lips are better employed in sentiment, than in kissing. Indeed, had I not been fortified by the precedent of other heroines, I should have felt, and I fear, did actually feel, even the classical embrace of Montmorenci too great a freedom. But remember I am still in my noviciate. After a little practice, I shall probably think it rather a pleasure to be strained, and prest, and folded to the heart. Yet of this I am certain, that I shall never attain sufficient hardihood to ravish a kiss from a man's mouth; as the divine Heloise did; who once ran at St. Preux, and astonished him with the most balmy and remarkable kiss upon record. Poor fellow! he was never the same after it. I must say too, that Montmorenci did not shew much judgment in urging me to marry him, before I had undergone adventures for four volumes. Because, though the heroic etiquette allowed me to fall in love at first sight, and confess it at second sight, yet it would not authorize me to marry myself off quite so smoothly. A heroine is never to be got without agony and adventure. Even the ground must be lacerated, before it will bring forth fruits, and often we cannot reach the lovely violet, till we have torn our hands with brambles.