ABSTRACT
In approaching Althea, the various emotions that agitated the mind of Marchmont were visible on his countenance and manner. – ‘How very good you are, Miss Dacres, thus to honour me!’ said he – ‘But I must not attempt to express my gratitude; indeed to do so is out of my power: – I am afraid I have made you wait? – I ought to account for such an additional intrusion on your time and humanity – but the boat which is to take me from hence, perhaps for ever, will very soon be here: I have directed it to wait for me behind those projecting rocks.’
