Taking the horse Old Bill, that sleigh bells or snow slides
could not startle from his equanimity, Alice was driven to Mrs.
Putnam's, and in a few minutes was clasped to Mrs. Putnam's bosom, the
old lady crying and laughing by turns.
Quincy thought it best, to leave them alone, and descending the stairs
he entered the parlor, the door being halfway open. He started back as
he saw a form dressed in black, seated by the window.
"Come in, Mr. Sawyer," said Lindy. "I knew you were here. I saw you
when you drove up with Miss Pettengill. What a beautiful girl she is,
and what a pity that she is blind. I hope with all my heart that she
will recover her sight."
"She would be pleased to hear you say that," remarked Quincy.
"We were never intimate," said Lindy. "You can tell her from me, you are
quite the gallant chevalier, Mr. Sawyer, and what you say to her will
sound sweeter than if it came from other lips. Are you going to marry
her, Mr. Sawyer?"
"I do not think that our acquaintance is of such long standing that you
are warranted in asking me so personal a question," replied Quincy.
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