CHAPTER LIX. — MRS. ALFRED DINKS.
It was but a few days after the dinner that the junior partner was taking the old path that led under the tower of the fairy princess, when lo! he met her in the way. In her eyes there was that sweet light of expectation and happiness which illuminated all Gabriel’s thoughts of her, and persuaded him that he was the happiest and unworthiest of men.
“Where are you going, May?”
“I am going to Fanny’s.”
“May I go too?”
May Newt looked at him and said, gravely, “No, I am going to ask Little Malacca to go with me.”
“Oh, very well,” replied Mr. Gabriel Bennet, with equal gravity.
“What splendid, melancholy eyes he has!” said May, with unusual ardor.
“Ah! you think so?”
“Of course I do, and such hair! Why, Mr. Bennet, did you ever see such magnificent hair—”