or
'The naïad-like lily of the vale,
Whom youth makes so fair, and passion so pale.'"
Mr. Morland.—"Or
'The lily, a delicate lady,
Who sat under her green parasol.'"
Emily.—"My favourite flowers are violets—
Those early flowers, o'er which the Spring has leant,
Till they have caught their colour from her eyes,
Their sweetness from her breath."
Edward Lorraine.—"Whether it is that your gardener has not been here, with his 'cruel curtailments,' like Mr. Hume,—but how very luxuriant is the growth of this myrtle! it is
Green as hope, before it grieves
O'er the lost and broken-hearted—
All with which its youth has parted."
Lady Mandeville.—"Apropos to myrtle; is there any truth in the report that Lord Merton is about to marry Miss Dacre?"
Here Emily coloured the least in the world. A woman has always a kind of sentimental consciousness about any one who has ever made love to her. I often think she pities the man she refuses, more perhaps than his case quite requires. Well, it ought to be a comfort that a person is not so unhappy as we suppose.
