"Calamity? No, no! My news is altogether happy and delightful. Mother, I am going to be married in October, to the loveliest woman in the world, and she is as good and clever as she is beautiful."
"Married! May I ask after the lady's name?"
"Theodora Newton. Her father is the Methodist preacher at Kendal, a town in Westmoreland."
"England?"
"Yes."
"She is an Englishwoman?"
"Of course!"
"I might have known it. I never knew a Scotchwoman called Theodora."
"It is a good name and suits her to perfection. Her father belongs to the Northumberland Newtons, a fine old family."
"It may be. I never heard of them. You say he is a Methodist preacher?"