Many arrows had taken their flight towards the heart
of our young bachelor lawyer, but, until now, there had been no
evidence of a wound. What fair maiden had conquered at last? I met
him not long after, walking in the street with Florence Williams.
She looked smiling and happy; and his face was brighter than I had
ever seen it. This confirmed to me the rumor.
Mrs. Wallingford was not to be approached on the subject. If she
knew of an intended marriage, she feigned ignorance; and affected
not to understand the hints, questions, and surmises of curious
neighbors.
A week or two later, and I missed Wallingford from his office. The
lad in attendance said that he was away from the town, but would
return in a few days.
"I have a surprise for you," said my wife on that very afternoon.
She had a letter in her hand just received by post. Her whole face
was radiant with pleasure. Drawing a card from the envelope, she
held it before my eyes. I read the names of _Henry Wallingford_ and
_Blanche Montgomery_, and the words, "At home Wednesday evening,
June 15th.
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