to her alone, and she seemed to be the sole ob::ject of his attention. That such efforts should succeed with one so tremblingly alive to everyalarm of the kind as M^rsPercival Peterson, is by no means unnatural, and that they should have equal in::fluence with her Neice whose imagination waslively, and whose Disposition romantic, who was already extremely pleased with him, and of course desirous that he might be so with her, is as little to be wondered at. Every moment as it added to the conviction of his liking her, made him still more pleasing, and strengthenedin her Mind a wish of knowing him better.As for M^rs Peterson^ercival,¹ she was in tortures the whole Day; Nothing that she had ever felt before on a similar occasion was to be compared to the sen::sations which then distracted her; her fears had never been so strongly, or indeed so reasonably ex::cited. before –. Her dislike of Stanly, her anger at her Neice, her impatience to have them separatedconquered every idea of propriety & Goodbreeding,