I replied it certainly could not. The subject did not admit of a doubt. He thanked me and ran to his mother's again--and back again.
"It's very honourable of you, miss, I am sure," said Mr. Guppy. "If an altar could be erected in the bowers of friendship--but, upon my soul, you may rely upon me in every respect save and except the tender passion only!"
The struggle in Mr. Guppy's breast and the numerous oscillations it occasioned him between his mother's door and us were sufficiently conspicuous in the windy street (particularly as his hair wanted cutting) to make us hurry away. I did so with a lightened heart; but when we last looked back, Mr. Guppy was still oscillating in the same troubled state of mind.
I replied it certainly could not. The subject did not admit of a doubt. He thanked me and ran to his mother's - and back again.
"It's very honourable of you, miss," said Mr. Guppy. "Upon my soul, you may rely upon me in every respect save and except the tender passion only!"
The struggle in Mr. Guppy's breast and the oscillations it occasioned him between his mother's door and us were sufficiently conspicuous to make us hurry away. I did so with a lightened heart; but when we last looked back, Mr. Guppy was still oscillating in the same troubled state of mind.