the cheeks and eyes, and the lips, though finely formed, were a little too thin, a little too firmly compressed, and had something about them that betokened, I thought, no very soft or amiable temper; and I said in my heart—
"I would rather admire you from this distance, fair lady, than be the partner of your home."
Just then, she happened to raise her eyes, and they met mine, I did not choose to withdraw my gaze, and she turned again to her book, but with a momentary, indefinable expression of quiet scorn, that was inexpressibly provoking to me.
"She thinks me an impudent puppy," thought I. "Humph!—she shall change her mind before long, if I think it worth while."
But then, it flashed upon me that these were very improper thoughts for a place of worship, and that my behaviour, on the present occasion, was anything but what it ought to be. Previous, however, to directing my mind to
