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‘I’ll prepare it immediately,’ said Miss Lillerton, making for the door; ‘the events of this day have flurried me so much, Mr. Tottle, that I shall not leave my room again this evening; I will send you the note by the servant.’ ‘Stay,—stay,’ cried Watkins Tottle, still keeping a most respectful distance from the lady; ‘when shall we meet again?’ ‘Oh! Mr.
‘No, thank you,’ returned Watkins; and then he added, with a courage which was perfectly astonishing, even to himself, ‘Madam, that is Miss Lillerton, I wish to speak to you.’ ‘To me!’ said Miss Lillerton, letting the silk drop from her hands, and sliding her chair back a few paces.—‘Speak—to me!’
‘Now don’t stare at that idiot in the corner,’ angrily exclaimed Parsons, as the extraordinary convulsions of Watkins Tottle’s countenance excited the wondering gaze of Timson,—‘but have the goodness to tell me in three words the contents of that note?’ ‘This note,’ replied Timson, ‘is from Miss Lillerton, to whom I have been for the last five weeks regularly engaged.
‘And from all I see, I infer that you are likely to owe it to me.’ ‘I fear I am.’ ‘Though you have every disposition to pay me if you could?’ ‘Certainly.’ ‘Then,’ said Mr. Gabriel Parsons, ‘listen: here’s my proposition. You know my way of old. Accept it—yes or no—I will or I won’t. ‘My dear—’ ‘Stop a minute—on one condition; and that is, that you propose to Miss Lillerton at once.’ ‘At once!
Tottle,’ resumed the lady, glancing at him through one of the eyelet-holes, ‘is a most peculiar. and delicate one.’ ‘It is,’ said Mr. Tottle. ‘Our acquaintance has been of so short duration,’ said Miss Lillerton. ‘Only a week,’ assented Watkins Tottle. ‘Oh! more than that,’ exclaimed the lady, in a tone of surprise. ‘Indeed!’ said Tottle.
Watkins Tottle thought the fair creature had spoken. ‘I beg your pardon,’ said he. ‘Eh?’ ‘I thought you spoke.’ ‘No.’ ‘Oh!’ ‘There are some books on the sofa, Mr. Tottle, if you would like to look at them,’ said Miss Lillerton, after the lapse of another five minutes.
Let me beg you to understand that I do not say this from the supposition that you have many sins which require palliation; believe me when I say that I never yet met any one who had fewer to atone for, than Miss Lillerton.’ Something like a bad imitation of animation lighted up the lady’s face, as she acknowledged the compliment.
Parsons, when they sat down to table: ‘Miss Lillerton is one of us, and, of course, we make no stranger of you.’ Mr. Watkins Tottle expressed a hope that the Parsons family never would make a stranger of him; and wished internally that his bashfulness would allow him to feel a little less like a stranger himself. ‘Take off the covers, Martha,’ said Mrs.
‘Mr. Timson!’ said Watkins. ‘After what has passed between us,’ responded Miss Lillerton, still averting her head, ‘you must understand whom I mean; Mr. Timson, the—the—clergyman.’ ‘Mr. Timson, the clergyman!’ ejaculated Watkins Tottle, in a state of inexpressible beatitude, and positive wonder at his own success. ‘Angel! Certainly—this moment!’
‘You are so severe,’ replied Timson, with a Christian smile: he disliked Parsons, but liked his dinners. ‘So positively unjust!’ said Miss Lillerton. ‘Certainly,’ observed Tottle. The lady looked up; her eyes met those of Mr. Watkins Tottle. She withdrew them in a sweet confusion, and Watkins Tottle did the same—the confusion was mutual. ‘Why,’ urged Mr.
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