fortune, her cousin declared the obligation was due to a young gentleman
of Yorkshire, called Sir Launcelot Greaves. At mention of that name her
face was overspread with a crimson glow, and her eyes beamed redoubled
splendour. "Cousin," said she, with a sigh, "I know not what to say--
that gentleman, Sir Launcelot Greaves, was surely born--Lord bless me! I
tell you, cousin, he has been my guardian angel."

Mrs. Kawdle, who had maintained a correspondence with her by letters, was
no stranger to the former part of the connexion subsisting between those
two lovers, and had always favoured the pretensions of our hero, without
being acquainted with his person. She now observed with a smile, that as
Aurelia esteemed the knight her guardian angel, and he adored her as a
demi-deity, nature seemed to have intended them for each other; for such
sublime ideas exalted them both above the sphere of ordinary mortals.
She then ventured to intimate that he was in the house, impatient to pay
his respects in person. At this declaration the colour vanished from her
cheeks, which, however, soon underwent a total suffusion. Her heart
panted, her bosom heaved, and her gentle frame was agitated by transports
rather violent than unpleasing. She soon, however, recollected herself,
and her native serenity returned; when, rising from her seat, she
declared he would see him in the next apartment, where he stood in the
most tumultuous suspense, waiting for permission to approach her person.
Here she broke in upon him, arrayed in an elegant white undress, the
emblem of her purity, beaming forth the emanations of amazing beauty,
warmed and improved with a glow of gratitude and affection. His heart
was too big for utterance; he ran towards her with rapture, and throwing
himself at her feet, imprinted a most respectful kiss upon her lily
hand.--"This, divine Aurelia," cried he, "is a foretaste of that
ineffable bliss which you was born to bestow!--Do I then live to see you
smile again? to see you restored to liberty, your mind at ease, and your