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deemed it most advisable not to stay with him; and, saying that she was in haste to return to Lewes, she begged that Mrs.
Greaves would order the chaise that Mrs. Howel had mentioned.
"Ay, do, good Greaves!" cried he, hurrying her out, and, in his eagerness to get her away, shutting the door after her himself.
Ellis said that she would see whether her trunk were ready.
"No, no, no! don't think of the trunk," cried he: "We have but a few minutes to talk together, and to settle how we shall meet again."
Still more freely than before, he now rather seized than took her hand; and calling her his dear charming Ellis, pressed it to his lips, and to his breast, with rapturous fondness.
Ellis, struck, now, with terrour, had not sufficient force to withdraw her hand; but when she said, with great emotion, "Pray, pray, My Lord!—" he let it go.
It was only for a moment: snatching, it then, again, as she was rising to depart,
