This in the midst of so much laughter that the tears stood in
our eyes.
When at last we turned him round for inspection, smooth-haired and
stiff with the consciousness of his respectability, I could have
wept at my own handiwork.
"You poor dear!" I cried. "Oh, Jane, doesn't he look horrible!"
But Gabriel went into the parlour to look at himself in the mirror,
and declared that he pleased himself mightily.
The visit itself was comparatively uneventful. They have asked us to
dine next Friday, but I doubt whether we shall go. Gabriel suggests
that we should get married at once and fly from such terrors.
Good-bye now, my sweet one.
Yours more than ever, in spite of all,
EMILIA.
LETTER XXXII.
GRAYSMILL, March 3d.
I don't know how it comes, but it is a positive effort to me to
write a letter, even to you. If I had not been reminded by the
calendar that a new month is already on the growth, I should not
perhaps have written to-day.
There is nothing to tell you, I am too happy; and how it comes I
know not, but joy is difficult to express.
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