It is a
peculiarly pathetic case. I think you can help and advise me in the
matter."
It was a superb morning in early October. New York was like a
beautiful woman arrayed in her fresh autumn costume, disporting
herself before admiring eyes.
Absorbed in each other's society, their pulses beating high with
youth, love and health; the young couple walked through the crowded
avenues of the great city, as happily and as naturally as Adam and
Eve might have walked in the Garden of Eden the morning after
Creation.
Both were city born and city bred, yet both were as unfashionable and
untrammelled by custom as two children of the plains.
In the very heart of the greatest metropolis in America, there are
people who live and retain all the primitive simplicity of village
life and thought. Mr Irving had been one of these. Coming to New
York from an interior village when a young man, he had, through
simple and quiet tastes and religious convictions, kept himself
wholly free from the social life of the city in which he lived.
After his marriage his entire happiness lay in his home, and Joy was
reared by parents who made her world. Mrs Irving sympathised fully
with her husband in his distaste for society, and her delicate health
rendered her almost a recluse from the world.
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