This is a nice cozy place."
"Indeed and it is, Doctor. Mr. Homer took great pride in it."
"And showed much taste in gardening"
"You may well say that, Doctor. There isn't a finer shrubbery to any
garden in S----."
"Is Mr. Wallingford going to live here, or does he intend renting
the cottage?"
"That's more than I can answer, Doctor. Mr. Wallingford isn't the
man, you know, to talk with everybody about his affairs."
"True enough, William," said I smiling and passed on.
"Did you know," said my wife, a few weeks later, "that Mr.
Wallingford was furnishing the cottage on Cedar Lane?"
"Ah! Is that so?"
"Yes. Mrs. Dean told me that Jones the cabinet maker had the order,
which was completed, and that the furniture was now going in.
Everything, she says, is plain and neat, but good."
"Why, what can this mean, Constance? Is our young friend about to
marry?"
"It has a look that way, I fancy."
"But who is the bride to be?" I asked.
"Mrs. Dean thinks it is Florence Williams."
"A fine girl; but hardly worthy of Henry Wallingford. Besides, he is
ten year her senior," said I.
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