Seriously, my friend Clarence, I know
your impulse of heart has carried you away, and that in a year's time,
you will smile with me at your old _penchant_ for one so much your
senior, and so ill-suited to your years, as your true friend,
LAURA."
* * * * *
----Magnificent Miss Dalton!
Read it again. Stick your knife in the desk:--tut!--you will break the
blade! Fold up the letter carefully, and toss it upon your pile of
papers. Open Chitty again;--pleasant reading is Chitty! Lean upon your
hand--your two hands, so that no one will catch sight of your face.
Chitty is very interesting,--how sparkling and imaginative!--what a
depth and flow of passion in Chitty!
The office is a capital place--so quiet and sunny. Law is a delightful
study--so captivating, and such stores of romance! And then those trips
to the Hall offer such relief and variety,--especially just now. It
would be well not to betray your eagerness to go. You can brush your hat
a round or two, and take a peep into the broken bit of looking-glass
over the wash-stand.
You lengthen your walk, as you sometimes do, by a stroll upon the
Battery,--though rarely upon such a blustering November day.
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