He saw, in many a light and airy form, as it glanced before him, the image of one long since passed away; and heard, in the voices that filled the rooms, many a tone that it seemed must have come from the lips of Edith.

How busy was Memory again with the past.

In vain he sought to shut out the images that arose in his mind.

The page was open before him, and what was impressed thereon he could not but see and read.
This passed, in some degree, away as the evening progressed, and he came nearer, so to speak, to some of those who made up the happy company.

Among those present was a young lady from a neighboring city, who attracted much attention both from her manners and person.
She fixed the eyes of Mr.Florence soon after he entered the room, and, half unconsciously to himself, his observation was frequently directed towards her.
"Who is that lady ?" he asked of a friend, an hour after his arrival.
"Her name is Miss Welden.