In a flutter of delight and embarrassment she let him take her from the train and place her in the carriage.
He told the coachman to drive to Duke street, and as soon as the carriage was in motion, he caught his bride in his arms and pressed her to his bosom, amid the fondest caresses and tenderest words of endearment.
He was interrupted at length by the stopping of the coach, and the voice of the coachman inquiring:
“Where in Duke Street am I to drive, if you please, sir?”
“To the Reverend Mr. Hopper’s—the new Methodist preacher’s,” replied Alexander.
And a few more turns of the wheels brought the carriage to the house indicated.
Alexander lifted his trembling companion to the sidewalk, and then led her up the steps to the door of Mr. Hopper’s residence.
A servant answered his knock, and showed him into a plainly furnished parlor, where sat the preacher and the family, dressed in their Sunday’s best, and apparently waiting the bridal pair.
Mr. Hopper arose at once and shook hands with the bridegroom, and presented him to his—the preacher’s—mother and sisters.
Alexander, in turn, presented his bride to the ladies of the house.