"So you exulted at recognising a fellow-slave in one so fair and imperial?"
"I did; Robert, you say right, in one so fair and imperial."
"You confess it—a fellow-slave?"
"I confess nothing; but I say that haughty Shirley is no more free than was Hagar."
"And who, pray, is the Abraham; the hero of a patriarch who has achieved such a conquest?"
"You still speak scornfully, and cynically, and sorely; but I will make you change your note before I have done with you."
"We will see that: can she marry this Cupidon?"
"Cupidon! he is just about as much a Cupidon as you are a Cyclops."
"Can she marry him?"
"You will see."
"I want to know his name, Cary."
"Guess it."
"Is it any one in this neighbourhood?"
"Yes, in Briarfield parish."
"Then it is some person unworthy of her. I don't know a soul in Briarfield parish her equal."
"Guess."
"Impossible. I suppose she is under a delusion, and will plunge into some absurdity after all."
Caroline smiled.
"Do you approve the choice?" asked Moore.
"Quite, quite."
"Then I am puzzled; for the head which owns
