“Do let us turn!” the timid girl exclaim’d—

“Turn!” said the aunt, “of what are you ashamed?

What is there frightful in such looks as those? 360

What is it, child, you fancy or suppose?

Look at Lord Robert, see if you can trace

More than true honour in that handsome face!

What! you must think, by blushing in that way,

My lord has something about love to say;

But I assure you that he never spoke

Such things to me in earnest or in joke;