Dean, the heart of her niece was deeply
interested. But a lover of higher pretensions came, dazzling her
mind with a more brilliant future."
"Who?" I inquired.
"That dashing young fellow from New York, Judge Bigelow's nephew."
"Not Ralph Dewey?"
"Yes."
"Foolish girl, to throw away a man for such an effigy! It will be a
dark day that sees her wedded to him. But I will not believe in the
possibility of such an event."
"Well, to go on with my story," resumed Constance. "Last evening,
seeing, I suppose, that a dangerous rival was intruding, Henry made
suit for the hand of Delia, and was rejected."
"I understand the case better now," said I, speaking from a
professional point of view.
"Poor young man! I did not suppose it was in him to love any woman
after that fashion," remarked Constance.
"Your men of reserved exterior have often great depths of feeling,"
I remarked. "Usually women are not drawn towards them; because they
are attracted most readily by what meets the eye. If they would look
deeper, they would commit fewer mistakes, like that which Delia
Floyd has just committed.
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