"Nor as to my clubs."
"Nor as to my relatives."
"Nor my cigars."
"And we won't make any vows," cried the widow, "except marriage vows."
"And New Year's irresolutions," added the bachelor.
"Listen," cried the widow softly, with her fingers on her lips.
A peal of a thousand silver bells rang out on the midnight air.
"The chimes!" exclaimed the widow. "They're full of promises!"
"I thought it sounded like a wedding bell," said the bachelor, disappointedly.
"Maybe," said the widow, "it was only Love—ringing off."