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unmoved by the attractions of an advantageous person, a fine sensibility and all the graces.'

He sipped his tea with an air of resentment; and Lady Allonby, in view of the disparity of age which existed between Mr. Erwyn and her step-daughter, had cause to feel that she had blundered into gaucherie; and to await with contrition the proposal for her step-daughter's hand that the man was (at last) about to broach to her, as the head of the family.

'Who is she?' said Lady Allonby, all friendly interest.

'An angel,' said Mr. Erwyn, fencing.

'Beware,' Lady Allonby exhorted, 'lest she prove a recording angel; a wife who takes too deep an interest in your movements will scarcely suit you.'

'Oh, I am assured,' said Mr. Erwyn, smiling, 'that on Saturdays she will allow me the customary half- holiday.'

Lady Allonby, rebuffed, sought consolation among the conserves.

'Yet, as postscript,' said Mr. Erwyn, 'I do not desire a wife who will take her morning chocolate with me and sup with Heaven knows whom. I have seen, too much of mariage a la mode, and I come to her, if not with the transports of an Amadis, at least with an entire affection and respect.'

'Then,' said Lady Allonby, 'you love this woman?'

'Very tenderly,' said Mr. Erwyn; 'and, indeed, I would, for her sake, that the errors of my past life were not so numerous, nor the frailty of my aspiring resolutions rendered apparent—ah, so many times!—to a gaping and censorious world. For, as you are aware, I cannot offer her an untried heart; 'tis somewhat worn by many barterings. But I know that this heart beats with accentuation in her presence; and when I come to her some day and clasp her in my arms, as I aspire to do, I trust that her lips may not turn away from mine and that she may be more glad because I am so near and that her stainless heart may sound an echoing chime. For, with a great and troubled adoration, I love her as I have loved no other woman; and this much, I submit, you cannot doubt.'

'I?' said Lady Allonby, with extreme innocence. 'La, how should I know?'

'Unless you are blind,' Mr. Erwyn observed—'and I apprehend those spacious shining eyes to be more keen than the tongue of a dowager,—you must have seen of late that I have presumed to hope—to think—that she whom I love so tenderly might deign to be the affectionate, the condescending friend who would assist me to retrieve the indiscretions of my youth—'

The confusion of his utterance, his approach to positive agitation as he waved his teaspoon, moved Lady Allonby. 'It is true,' she said, 'that I have not been wholly blind—'

'Anastasia,' said Mr. Erwyn, with yet more feeling, 'is not our friendship of an age to justify sincerity?'

'Oh, bless me, you toad! but let us not talk of things that happened under the Tudors. Well, I have not been unreasonably blind,—and I do not object,—and I do not believe that Dorothy will prove obdurate.'

'You render me the happiest of men,' Mr. Erwyn stated, rapturously. 'You have, then, already discussed this matter with Miss Allonby?'

'Not precisely,' said she, laughing; 'since I had thought it apparent to the most timid lover that the first announcement came with best grace from him.'

'O' my conscience, then, I shall be a veritable Demosthenes,' said Mr. Erwyn, laughing likewise; 'and in common decency she will consent.' 

'Your conceit.' said Lady Allonby, 'is appalling.'

''Tis beyond conception,' Mr. Erwyn admitted; 'and I propose to try marriage as a remedy. I have heard that nothing so takes down a man.'

'Impertinent!' cried Lady Allonby; 'now of whatever can the creature be talking!'

'I mean that, as your widowship well knows, marrying puts a man in his proper place. And that the outcome is salutary for proud, puffed-up fellows I would be the last to dispute. Indeed, I incline to dispute nothing, for I find that perfect felicity is more potent than wine. I am now all pastoral raptures, and were it not for the footmen there, I do not know to what lengths I might go.'

'In that event,' Lady Allonby decided, 'I shall fetch Dorothy, that the crown may be set upon your well-being. And previously I will dismiss the footmen.' She did so with a sign toward those lordly beings.

'Believe me,' said Mr. Erwyn, ''tis what I have long wished for. And when Miss Allonby honors me with her attention I shall, since my life's happiness depends upon the issue, plead with all the eloquence of a starveling barrister, big with the import of his first case. May I, indeed, rest assured that any triumph over her possible objections may be viewed with not unfavorable eyes?'

'O sir,' said Lady Allonby, 'believe me, there is nothing I more earnestly desire than that you may obtain all which is necessary for your welfare. I will fetch Dorothy.'

The largest footman but one removed Mr. Erwyn's cup.

II

Mr. Erwyn, left alone, smiled at his own reflection in the mirror; rearranged his ruffles with a deft and shapely hand; consulted his watch; made sure that the padding which enhanced the calves of his most notable legs was all as it should be; seated himself and hummed a merry air, in meditative wise; and was in such posture when the crimson hangings that shielded the hall-door quivered and broke into tumultuous waves and yielded up Miss Dorothy Allonby.

Being an heiress, Miss Allonby was by an ancient custom brevetted a great beauty; and it is equitable to add that the sourest misogynist could hardly have refused, pointblank, to countersign the commission. They said of Dorothy Allonby that her eyes were as large as her bank account, and nearly as formidable as her tongue; and it is undeniable that on provocation there was in her speech a tang of acidity, such (let us say) as renders a salad none the less palatable. In a word, Miss Allonby pitied the limitations of masculine humanity more readily than its amorous pangs, and cuddled her women friends as she did kittens, with a wary and candid apprehension of their power to scratch; and decision was her key-note; continually she knew to the quarter-width of a cobweb what she wanted, and invariably she got it.

Such was the person who, with a habitual emphasis which dowagers found hoydenish and all young men adorable, demanded without prelude:

'Heavens! What can it be, Mr. Erwyn, that has cast Mother into this unprecedented state of excitement?'

'What, indeed?' said he, and bowed above her proffered hand.

'For like a hurricane, she burst into my room and cried, 'Mr. Erwyn has something of importance to declare to you—why did you put on that gown?—bless you, my child—' all in one eager breath; then kissed me, and powdered my nose, and despatched me to you without any explanation. And why?' said Miss Allonby.

'Why, indeed?' said Mr. Erwyn.

'It is very annoying,' said she, decisively.

'Sending you to me?' said Mr. Erwyn, a magnitude of reproach in his voice.

'That,' said Miss Allonby, 'I can pardon—and easily. But I dislike all mysteries, and being termed a child, and being—'

'Yes?' said Mr. Erwyn.

'—and being powdered on the nose,' said Miss Allonby, with firmness. She went to the mirror, and, standing on the tips of her toes, peered anxiously into its depths. She rubbed her nose, as if in disapproval, and frowned, perhaps involuntarily pursing up her lips,—which Mr. Erwyn intently regarded, and then wandered to the extreme end of the apartment, where he evinced a sudden interest in bric-a-brac.

'Is there any powder on my nose?' said Miss Allonby.

'I fail to perceive any,' said Mr. Erwyn.

'Come closer,' said she.

'I dare not,' said he.

Miss Allonby wheeled about. 'Fie!' she cried; 'one who has served against the French, [Footnote: This was not absolutely so. Mr. Erwyn had, however, in an outburst of patriotism, embarked, as a sort of cabin passenger, with his friend Sir John Morris, and possessed in consequence some claim to share such honor as was won by the