nettled to find she prized my efforts on her behalf so lightly, I proceeded to show her the advantages of this arrangement, adding that, to make her property the surer, I had consented to manage both her affairs and Mr. Godwin's when they were married.
"And so," says I, in conclusion, "you may have what money you want, and dispose of it as you will, and I'll answer for it. Mr. Godwin shall never be a penny the wiser."
"Do what you find is necessary," says she, with passion. "But for mercy's sake say no more on this matter to me. For all these hints do stab my heart like sharp knives."
Not reading rightly the cause of her petulance, I was at first disposed to resent it; but, reflecting that a maiden is no more responsible for her tongue than a donkey for his heels in this season of life (but both must be for ever a-flying out at some one when parted from the object of their affections), I held my peace; and so we walked on in sullen silence for a space; then, turning suddenly upon me, she cries in a trembling voice:
"Won't you say something to me? Can't you see that I am unhappy?"
And now, seeing her eyes full of tears, her lips quivering, and her face drawn with pain, my heart melted in a moment; so, taking her arm under mine and pressing it to my side, I bade her be of good cheer, for her lover would return in a day or two at the outside.
"No, not of him,—not of him," she entreats. "Talk to me of indifferent things."
So, thinking to turn her thoughts to another furrow, I told her how I had been to visit her father at Greenwich.
