rd you, Mr. Sandford, complain of indisposition
before. Will you accept of my specific for the head-ache? Indeed it is a
certain relief--I'll fetch it instantly."

She went hastily out of the room, and returned with a bottle, which, she
assured him, "Was a present from Lady Luneham, and would certainly cure
him." And she pressed it upon him with such an anxious earnestness, that
with all his churlishness he could not refuse taking it.

This was but a common-place civility, such as is paid by one enemy to
another every day; but the _manner_ was the material part. The
unaffected concern, the attention, the good will, she demonstrated in
this little incident, was that which made it remarkable, and immediately
took from Lord Elmwood the displeasure to which he had been just before
provoked, or rather transformed it into a degree of admiration. Even
Sandford was not insensible to her behaviour, and in return, when he
left the room, "Wished her a good night."

To her and Miss Woodley, who had not been witnesses of the preceding
conversation, what she had done appeared of no merit; but to the mind of
Lord Elmwood, the merit was infinite; and upon the departure of
Sandford, he began to be unusually cheerful. He first pleasantly
reproached the ladies for not offering him a place in their box at the
opera.

"Would you have gone, my Lord?" asked Miss Milner, highly delighted.

"Certainly," returned he, "had you invited me."

"Then from this day I give you a general invitation; nor shall any other
company be admitted but those whom you approve."

"I am very much obliged to you," said he.

"And you," continued she, "who have been accustomed only to
church-music, will be more than any one, enchanted with hearing the
softer music of love."

"What ravishing pleasures you are preparing for me!" returned he--"I know
not whether my weak senses will be able to support them!"

She had her eyes upon him when he spoke this, and she discovered in his,
that were fixed upon her, a sensibility unexpected--a kind of fascination
which enticed her to look on, while her eyelids fell involuntarily
before its mighty force, and a thousand blushes crowded over her face.
He was struck with these sudden signals; hastily recalled his former
countenance, and stopped the conversation.

Miss Woodley, who had been a silent observer for some time, now thought
a word or two from her would be acceptable rather than troublesome.

"And pray, my Lord,"