But she not suffering him to continue in it, he took the hand
that raised him, kissed off the tears which had fallen from her eyes
upon it, with speechless extacies, and seemed almost beside himself at
the concern she could not yet overcome, on the bare imagination of
losing him in the way he mentioned. If you love me, said she tenderly,
you will endeavour to preserve yourself:--I have now put myself under
your protection, by consenting to do as you would have me, and have no
other from whom I would receive those favours I expect from you:--think
not, therefore, that I will perform my promise, unless you give me
yours, not to be so covetous of fame as to court dangers, nor, in too
eager a pursuit of glory, to lose the remembrance of what you owe
to love.
Oh thou divinest softness! cried he, be assured I will put nothing to
the venture that might take me from Louisa!--Your kindness, my angel,
has shewed me the value of life, and almost made a coward of your
lover:--no farther will I go than the duties of my post oblige me, and
that honour, which to forfeit, would render me unworthy of your care.
Louisa now found herself so much at ease, in having discovered a secret
she had so long laboured with, and suffered an infinity of pain in the
concealing of, that nothing could be more chearful than her looks and
behaviour.
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