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"You will give up your governessing slavery at once."

"Indeed, begging your pardon, sir, I shall not. I shall just go on with it as usual. I shall keep out of your way all day, as I have been accustomed to do: you may send for me in the evening, when you feel disposed to see me, and I'll come then; but at no other time."

"I want a smoke, Jane, or a pinch of snuff, to comfort me under all this, 'pour me donner une contenance,' as Adèle would say; and unfortunately I have neither my cigar-case, nor my snuff-box.

But listen-whisper.

It is your time now, little tyrant, but it will be mine presently; and when once I have fairly seized you, to have and to hold, I'll just-figuratively speaking-attach you to a chain like this" (touching his watch-guard).

"Yes, bonny wee thing, I'll wear you in my bosom, lest my jewel I should tyne."

He said this as he helped me to alight from the carriage, and while he afterwards lifted out Adèle, I entered the house, and made good my retreat upstairs.

He duly summoned me to his presence in the evening.

I had prepared an occupation for him; for I was determined not to spend the whole time in a tête-à-tête conversation.

I remembered his fine voice; I knew he liked to sing-good singers generally do.

I was no vocalist myself, and, in his fastidious judgment, no musician, either; but I delighted in listening when the performance was good.

No sooner had twilight, that hour of romance, began to lower her blue and starry banner over the lattice, than I rose, opened the piano, and entreated him, for the love of heaven, to give me a song.

He said I was a capricious witch, and that he would rather sing another time; but I averred that no time was like the present.

"Did I like his voice?" he asked.

"Very much." I was not fond of pampering that susceptible vanity of his; but for once, and from motives of expediency, I would e'en soothe and stimulate it.

"Then, Jane, you must play the accompaniment."

"Very well, sir, I will try."

I did try, but was presently swept off the stool and denominated "a little bungler." Being pushed unceremoniously to one side-which was precisely what I wished-he usurped my place, and proceeded to accompany himself: for he could play as well as sing.

I hied me to the window-recess.

And while I sat there and looked out on the still trees and dim lawn, to a sweet air was sung in mellow tones the following strain:-

"The truest love that ever heart

Felt at its kindled core,

Did through each vein, in quickened start,

The tide of being pour.

Her coming was my hope each day,

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