“The idea of taking Hildegarde to wife, in order to dispel ennui, was a proof of great discernment,” observed Hamilton, ironically.
“Rather say, most unpardonable effrontery,” replied Zedwitz, growing very red.
“A man of his discrimination,” continued Hamilton, provokingly, “must be aware that Crescenz is but a bad substitute for her sister; Hildegarde, too, would have suited him much better; she would have kept him in order by——” Here he waved his hand significantly.
“How you harp on that subject, Hamilton!”
“I shall never mention it again if it distresses you. I was really not aware——”
“Pshaw!” he exclaimed, impatiently, turning away.
“As to Crescenz, poor girl,” continued Hamilton, “I really pity her. Such a fearful difference of age and person makes it an odious sacrifice!”
“Not so much as you think, perhaps,” said Zedwitz, quietly; “Stultz is a good-hearted man, and will let her do whatever she pleases. You will see how soon she will be satisfied with her lot in life! Perhaps even before her marriage!”
“It is at least to be hoped so,” observed Hamilton, dryly.
“The trousseau will soon occupy her mind completely, and while exhibiting it to her friends and receiving their congratulations, she will learn to like the cause of all the preparations, and end, perhaps, by fancying herself a singularly fortunate person!”