no – exclaimed Sir Edw:Edward in an extasy.He was all ardour & Truth! — His Genius& his Susceptibilities might lead him intosome Aberrations––– But who is perfect? — It wereHyper-criticism, it were Pseudo-philosophy toexpect from the soul of high toned Genius, thegrovellings of a common mind. – The Corousca::tions¹ of Talent, of elicited by impaſsionedfeeling in the breast of Man, are perhapsincompatible with some of the proasaic²Decencies of Life; – nor can you, loveliestMiſs Heywood – (speaking with an airof deep sentiment) – nor can any Womanbe a fair Judge of what a Man may bepropelled to say, write or do, by the Sove::reign impulses of illimitable Ardour."This was very fine; – but if Charlotte un::derstood it at all, not very moral – & being moreover by no means pleased withhis extraordinary stile of compliment, shegravely answered "I really know nothingof the matter. – This is a charming day.The Wind I fancy must be Southerly." "Happy, happy Wind, to engage Miſs Hey::wood's Thoughts! —" She began to thinkhim downright silly. — His chusing towalk with her, she ^{had learnt to understand.}co^uld comprehend.It was done to pique Miſs Brereton. She^hadcould read it, in an anxious glance ^^{or two on}of  ^{his side —}two of Sir Edwards — but why he sh^d -should