Wallingford's return?" I
urged.
"I do not see that wrong to any one can follow such a delay," she
answered. "Yes, I will keep the secret."
"And I will keep it also, even from my good Constance," said I,
"until your agent's return. The matter lies sacred between us."
CHAPTER XIV.
"Mrs. Dewey is at her father's," said my wife to me, one evening in
August, as we sat at the tea-table.
"Ah! have you seen her?" I was interested at once. Six months had
elapsed since Delia's wedding, and this was her first visit home;
though her mother had been twice down to New York, in company with
the Squire, who had business with the firm to which Ralph belonged.
In fact, since his marriage to Squire Floyd's daughter, young Dewey
had prevailed upon his father-in-law to make the house of Floyd,
Lawson, Lee & Co., agents for the entire product of his
manufactory--an arrangement which the Squire regarded as greatly to
his advantage.
My question was answered in the affirmative.
"How is she?"
"Looking very well."
There was no warmth or feeling in my wife's voice or manner,
although Delia had been a favorite with her, and we had often talked
about the pleasure we should have in meeting her again.
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