The Remise. Calais.

Monsieur Dessein came back to let us out of the chaise, and acquaint the lady, the count de L—, her brother, was just arrived at the hotel. Though I had infinite good will for the lady, I cannot say that I rejoiced in my heart at the event — and could not help telling her so; — for it is fatal to a proposal, Madame, said I, that I was going to make to you —

— You need not tell me what the proposal was, said she, laying her hand upon both mine, as she interrupted me. — A man my good Sir, has seldom an offer of kindness to make to a woman, but she has a presentiment of it some moments before. —

Nature arms her with it, said I, for immediate preservation. — But I think, said she, looking in my face, I had no evil to apprehend, — and, to deal frankly with you, had determined to accept it. — If I had — (she stopped a moment) — I believe your good will would have drawn a story from me, which would have made pity the only dangerous thing in the journey.

In saying this, she suffered me to kiss her hand twice, and with a look of sensibility mixed with concern, she got out of the chaise, — and bid adieu.