 of his
son. Lord Westhaven and his wife, tho' they talked about it less, were
not less pleased with their friends and their expedition; while Emmeline
appeared restored to her former chearfulness, because she saw that they
wished to see her chearful: but whenever she was a moment alone,
involuntary sighs fled towards England; and when she remembered how far
she must be from Lady Adelina, from little William, in short, from
Godolphin, how could she help thinking of them with concern.

During the day, however, the Chevalier gave her no time for reflection.
He waited on her with the most assiduous attention, watched her looks to
prevent her slightest wishes, talked to her incessantly, besought her to
teach him English, and told her all he had seen in his travels, and much
that he had done. A Frenchman talks without hesitation of himself, and
the Chevalier was quite a Frenchman.

Too polite however for exclusive adulation, Lady Westhaven shared all
his flattery; and her real character being now unrepressed by the
severity of her mother, she, all gaiety and good humour, was extremely
amused with the extravagant gallantry of the Chevalier and at
Emmeline's amazement, who having been little used to the manners of the
French, was sometimes alarmed and sometimes vexed at the warmth of his
address and the admiration which he professed towards them both.

Lady Westhaven assured her that such conversation was so usual that
nobody ever thought of being offended at it; and that Bellozane was
probably so much used to apply the figures of speech, which she thought
so extraordinary, to every woman he saw, that he perhaps knew not
himself, and certainly never thought of, what he was saying.

Emmeline therefore heard from him repeatedly what would from an
Englishman have been considered as an absolute declaration of love,
without any other answer than seeming inattention, and flying as soon as
possible to some other topic.

In the progress of their journey these common place speeches and this
desultory gallantry was gradually exchanged for a deportment more
respectful. He besought Emmeline very seriously to give him an
opportunity of speaking to her apart; which she with the utmost
difficulty evaded. His extreme gaiety forsook him--the poor Chevalier
was in love.

It was in vain he communicated his malady to _la belle cousine_, (as he
usually called Lady Westhaven); _la belle cousine_ only laughed at him,
and told him he had according to his own account been so often in love,
that this additional _penchant_ could not possibly hurt him, and would
merely serve to prevent what he owned he had so much dreaded,
