There remains little more to tell. The sprig of eglantine proved of good omen on this occasion also. I went, made due acknowledgment of my fault, was met half-way by the dearest and noblest of girls. Our present happiness is but enhanced by the remembrance of that period of estrangement and separation, which really taught us how deeply and truly we prized what seemed irrevocably lost. Before news can reach us from Weissnichtwo, I hope to have in readiness, for instant despatch, the cards to which my friend alluded, to announce what will then be an event in the past. Nor will this formal announcement be all. Edith has promised to write. We often speak of him. She acknowledges the high esteem in which she held him.
"I almost regretted," said she playfully, "that I had no heart to give him. But that, you know, was long since bestowed elsewhere."
On one subject, however, I have not yet ventured to open my mind. Warned by my experience with Reva, I am shy of awaking the jealousy that seems latent in the most perfect of the sex. Yet how often does some word
