She looked at me for a moment or two, with a flushing face.
Then her countenance grew serene, almost heavenly, and she gave me this memorable reply--'Mr.Wallingford, I have a richer estate than this in expectancy, and cannot mar the title.' And she has not marred it, Doctor." "How did her daughter receive the news ?" I inquired.

I thought he turned his face a little away, as he answered.
"Not so well as her mother." I knew his voice was lower.

"When I announced the fact that the claims of young Garcia had been admitted by the court, tears sprung to her eyes, and a shadow fell upon her countenance such as I have never seen there before." "She is younger and less disciplined," said I.
"Few at her age," he answered, "are so well disciplined" "Will they still remain in Boston ?" I asked.
"Yes, for the present," he answered, and we parted.

A few months after this, my wife said to me one day, "Did you hear that Mr.Wallingford had bought the pretty little cottage on Cedar Lane, where Jacob Homer lived ?" "Is that true ?" "It is said so.

In fact, I heard it from Jane Homer, and that is pretty good authority." "Is he going to live there with his mother ?" "Jane did not know.