And he was a remarkably handsome man: dressed beautifully, and sang and played, and was so humble and devoted with it all.

Do you think it wonderful that she said Yes, when he proposed to marry her?
I don't think it wonderful at all.

For the first few weeks of the courtship, the sunshine was brighter than ever.

Then the clouds began to rise.
Anonymous letters came, describing the handsome gentleman (seen under his fair surface) as nothing less than a scoundrel.

She tore up the letters indignantly--she was too delicate even to show them to him.
Signed letters came next, addressed to her father by an uncle and an aunt, both containing one and the same warning: 'If your daughter insists on having him, tell her to take care of her money.' A few days later, a visitor arrived--a brother, who spoke out more plainly still.
As an honourable man, he could not hear of what was going on, without making the painful confession that his brother was forbidden to enter his house.