At length they see the fastly-driven car.
Jane then, ’mid hopes and fears, tripp’d ’cross the floor
And saw the coach advancing to the door!
Another moment, whilst, embracing her,
Lord Arnold’s kisses stayed the falling tear.
His mode of greeting, and his gentle grace,
Implanted joy-looks on poor George’s face;—
For Arnold’s winning manners never fail’d
To cheer the hearts of those whom grief assail’d:
They all sit down (the morning meal is spread),