His eyes fell.

When he looked up again, which was in a moment, Dexter had left his position, and was crossing the room towards Miss Loring.
"It is the fiend Jealousy!" said Hendrickson, as he withdrew into another room.

"Well--let it poison all the springs of his happiness, as he has poisoned mine! I care not how keen may be his sufferings." He spoke with exceeding bitterness.
A few weeks later, and the dreaded consummation came.

In honor of the splendid alliance formed by her niece, Mrs.Loring gave a most brilliant wedding party, and the lovely bride stood forth in all her beauty and grace--the admired and the envied.

A few thought her rather pale--some said her eyes were too dreamy--and a gossip or two declared that the rich young husband had only gained her person, while her heart was in the keeping of another.