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You look grave, Clermont.

I confess you seem to me too severe on this lady. The ardour of her character very naturally betrays her into exaggerated expressions; but surely (glancing at ) it is preferable to the cold decorum of insensibility or indifference.

Of course, Clermont, this fine sonnet of yours is to be put into her fair hands.

I shall put it under cover, and leave it at her door in the evening.

It is out of your way; I am sailing on the right tack for that point; give the packet to my charge, and I will leave it at Worrymore House as I pass.

Colonel Frankland begs to have the honour of seeing the gentlemen in his dressing-room.

Does the gout still confine him up stairs?