miss allonby (says captain audaine) was that afternoon in a mighty cruel humor. though i had omitted no reasonable method to convince her of the immensity of my passion, 'twas without the twitch of an eyelash she endured the volley of my sighs and the fusillade of my respectful protestations; and candor compels me to admit that toward the end her silvery laughter disrupted the periods of a most elegant and sensible peroration. and when the affair was concluded, and for the seventh time i had implored her to make me the happiest of men, the rogue merely observed: "but i don't want to marry you. why on earth should i?"

"for the sake of peace," i replied, "and in self-protection, since as long as you stay obdurate i shall continue to importune, and by and by i shall pester you to death."

"indeed, i think it more than probable," she returned; "for you dog me like a bailiff. i am cordially a-weary, captain audaine, of your incessant persecutions; and, after all, marrying you is perhaps the civilest way to be rid of both them and you."

but by this i held each velvet-soft and tiny hand. "nay," i dissented; "the subject is somewhat too sacred for jest. i am no modish lover, dearest and best of creatures, to regard marriage as the thrifty purchase of an estate, and the lady as so much bed-furniture thrown in with the mansion. i love you with completeness: and give me leave to assure you, madam, with a freedom which i think permissible on so serious an occasion that, even as beautiful as you are, i could never be contented with your person without your heart."

she sat with eyes downcast, all one blush. miss dorothy allonby was in the bloom of nineteen, and shone with every charm peculiar to her sex. but i have no mind to weary you with poetical rhodomontades till, as most lovers do, i have proven her a paragon and myself an imbecile: it suffices to say that her face, and shape, and mien, and wit, alike astounded and engaged all those who had the happiness to know her; and had long ago rendered her the object of my entire adoration and the target of my daily rhapsodies. now i viewed her with a dissension of the liveliest hopes and fears; for she had hesitated, and had by this hesitation conceded my addresses to be not irretrievably repugnant; and within the instant i knew that any life undevoted to her service and protection could be but a lingering disease.

but by and by, "you shall have your answer this evening," she said, and so left me.

i fathomed the meaning of "this evening" well enough. for my adored dorothy was all romance, and by preference granted me rendezvous in the back garden, where she would tantalize me nightly, from her balcony, after the example of the veronese lady in shakespeare's spirited tragedy, which she prodigiously admired. as concerns myself, a reasonable liking for romance had been of late somewhat tempered by the inclemency of the weather and the obvious unfriendliness of the dog; but there is no resisting a lady's commands; and clear or foul, you might at any twilight's death have found me under her window, where a host of lyric phrases asserted the devotion which a cold in the head confirmed.

this night was black as a coal-pit. strolling beneath the casement, well wrapt in my cloak (for it drizzled), i meditated impartially upon the perfections of my dear mistress and the tyrannic despotism of love. being the source of our existence, 'tis not unreasonably, perhaps, that this passion assumes the proprietorship of our destinies and exacts of all mankind a common tribute. to-night, at least, i viewed the world as a brave pavilion, lighted by the stars and swept by the clean winds of heaven, wherein we enacted varied rôles with god as audience; where, in turn, we strutted or cringed about the stage, where, in turn, we were beset and rent by an infinity of passions; but where every man must play the part of lover. that passion alone, i said, is universal; it set wise solomon a-jigging in criminal byways, and sinewy hercules himself was no stranger to its inquietudes and joys. and i cried aloud with the roman, parce precor! and afterward upon high heaven to make me a little worthier of dorothy.