But hark! the festal-bell is ringing loud;
And Toogood, sev’nty-three, as ever proud
Comes strutting through the passage to the hall
In the same silk, and likewise handsome shawl,
That she received at Arnold’s christening ball;
Whilst Jane, all in the vigour of her youth,
Leans on her arm—exemplary of truth,
But plainly dress’d; yet with a lovely face;
And paced the passage with a queenly grace.
Now Arnold meets them and allays alarm—