unity as
this surely should be one.

So Graham wandered about through the dry March winds with his future
bride by his side, and never knew that the blasts came from the
pernicious east. And she would lean on his arm as though he had been
the friend of her earliest years, listening to and trusting him in
all things. That little finger, as they stood together, would get up
to his buttonhole, and her bright frank eyes would settle themselves
on his, and then her hand would press closely upon his arm, and he
knew that she was neither ashamed nor afraid of her love. Her love to
her was the same as her religion. When it was once acknowledged by
her to be a thing good and trustworthy, all the world might know it.
Was it not a glory to her that he had chosen her, and why should she
conceal her glory? Had it been that some richer, greater man had won
her love,--some one whose titles were known and high place in the
world approved,--it may well be that then she would have been less
free with him.

"Papa would like it best if you would give up your writing, and think
of nothing but the law," she said to him. In answer to which he told
her, with many compliments to the special fox in question, that story
of the fox who had lost his tail and thought it well that other foxes
should dress themselves as he was dressed.

"At any rate papa looks very well without his tail," said Madeline
with somewhat of a daughter's pride. "But you shall wear yours all
the same, if you like it," she added with much of a young maiden's
love.

As they were thus walking near the house on the afternoon of the
third or fourth day after the trial, one of the maids came to them
and told Madeline that a gentleman was in the house who wished to see
her.

"A gentleman!" said Madeline.

"Mr. Orme, miss. My lady told me to ask you up if you were anywhere
near."

"I suppose I must go," said Madeline, from whom all her pretty
freedom of manner and light happiness of face departed on the moment.
She had told Felix everything as to poor Peregrine in return for that
story of his respecting Mary Snow. To her it seemed as though that
had made things equal between them,--for she was too generous to
observe that though she had given nothing to her other lover, Felix
had been engaged for many months to marry his other love. But girls,
I think, have no objection to this. They do not desire first fruits,
or even early fruits, as men do. Indeed, I am not sure whethe