"Why, Delia Floyd--the silly fool! if I must speak so strongly."
"Then he is really in love with Squire Floyd's daughter?"
"It looks like it, if he's taking on as his mother says," answered
my wife, with considerable feeling. "And Delia will rue the day she
turned from as true a man as Henry Wallingford."
"Bless me, Constance! you've got deeper into this matter, than
either his mother or me. Who has been initiating you into the love
secrets of S----?"
"This affair," returned my wife, "has not passed into town talk, and
will, I trust, be kept sacred by those who know the facts. I learned
them from Mrs. Dean, the sister of Mrs. Floyd. The case stands thus:
Henry is peculiar, shy, reserved, and rather silent. He goes but
little into company, and has not the taking way with girls that
renders some young men so popular. But his qualities are all of the
sterling kind--such as wear well, and grow brighter with usage. For
more than a year past, he has shown a decided preference for Delia
Floyd, and she has encouraged his attentions. Indeed, so far as I
can learn from Mrs.
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