I don’t know how it was; but I thought I never saw him look to more advantage. His attitude and behaviour had such a lover-like appearance Don’t you see him, my dear? His amiable countenance, .vo artless, yet so obliging, east up to my aunt and me: his fine eyes meeting ours; mine, particularly, in their oxvn way; for I could not help looking down, with a kind of proud bashfulness, as Lucy told me afterwards. How affected must I have appeared, had I either turned my head aside, or looked stiffly up, to avoid )iis!

I believe, my dear, we women in courtship don’t love that men, if ever so wise, should keep uj) to us the dignity of wisdom; much less, that they should be solemn, formal, grave Yet are we fond of respect and observance too How is it? Sir Charles Grandison can tell. Did you think of your brother, Lady (i. when 3’ou once said, that the man who would commend himself to the general favour of us young women, should be a decent rake in his address, and a saint in his heart? Yet might you not have chosen a better word than raJce? Are there not more clumsy and foolish rakes, than polite ones; except we can be so much mistaken, as to give to impudence the name of agreeable freedom?

Sir Charles fell immediately into the easiest (shall I say the gallantest?) the most agreeable conversation, as if he must be all of a piece with the freedom of his attitude; and mingled in his talk, two or three very humorous stories; so that nobody thought of helping him again to a chair, or wishing him in one.

How did this little incident familiarize the amiable man, as a still more amiable man than before, to my heart! In one of the little tales, which was of a gen-tleman in Spain serenading his mistress, we asked him, If he could not remember a sonnet he spoke of, as a pretty one? He, without answering, sung it in a most agreeable manner; and, at Lucy’s reque^^t, gave us the English of it.

It is a very pretty sonnet. I will ask him foraconv, and send it to you, who understand the language.

My grandnuunma, on Sir Charles’s singing, beck-oned to my cousin James; who going to h^r, she whispered him. He stept out, and presently returned with a violin, and struck up, as he entered, a minuet-tune. Harriet, my love! called out my grandmamma. Without any other intimation, the most agreeable of men, in an instant, was on his feet, reached his hat, and took me out.

How were we applauded! How was my grand-mamma delighted! The words Charming couple! were whispered round. And when we had done, he led me to my seat with an air that had all the real fine gentleman in it. But then he sat not dow n as before.

I wonder if Lady Clementina ever danced with him.