has been my guardian angel."

Mrs. Kawdle, who had maintained a correspondence with her by letters, was
no stranger to the former part of the connexion subsisting between those
two lovers, and had always favoured the pretensions of our hero, without
being acquainted with his person. She now observed with a smile, that as
Aurelia esteemed the knight her guardian angel, and he adored her as a
demi-deity, nature seemed to have intended them for each other; for such
sublime ideas exalted them both above the sphere of ordinary mortals.
She then ventured to intimate that he was in the house, impatient to pay
his respects in person. At this declaration the colour vanished from her
cheeks, which, however, soon underwent a total suffusion. Her heart
panted, her bosom heaved, and her gentle frame was agitated by transports
rather violent than unpleasing. She soon, however, recollected herself,
and her native serenity returned; when, rising from her seat, she
declared he would see him in the next apartment, where he stood in the
most tumultuous suspense, waiting for permission to approach her person.
Here she broke in upon him, arrayed in an elegant white undress, the
emblem of her purity, beaming forth the emanations of amazing beauty,
warmed and improved with a glow of gratitude and affection. His heart
was too big for utterance; he ran towards her with rapture, and throwing
himself at her feet, imprinted a most respectful kiss upon her lily
hand.--"This, divine Aurelia," cried he, "is a foretaste of that
ineffable bliss which you was born to bestow!--Do I then live to see you
smile again? to see you restored to liberty, your mind at ease, and your
health unimpaired?"--"You have lived," said she, "to see my obligations
to Sir Launcelot Greaves accumulated in such a manner, that a whole life
spent in acknowledgment will scarce suffice to demonstrate a due sense of
his goodness."--"You greatly overrate my services, which have been rather
the duties of common humanity, than the efforts of a generous passion,
too noble to be thus evinced;--but let not my unseasonable transports
detain you a moment longer on this detested scene. Give me leave to hand
you into the coach, and commit you to the care of this good lady,
attended by this honest young gentleman, who is my particular friend."
So saying, he presented Mr. Thomas Clarke, who had the honour to salute
the fair hand of the ever-amiable Aurelia.

The ladies being safely coach