"Lawyer, eh?"
"No; oh, no, indeed, not a lawyer!"
"Minister to a foreign court, perhaps?"
"No, not connected with politics in any way."
"There is nothing left but a shoemaker, or a country parson. Merchants of every grade watch the bills in Congress with eagle eyes. But how does he look?"
"Like an athlete." Suddenly catching a twinkle in her companion's eye, Marion's cheeks and brow became suffused, and she burst out, "How ridiculous I have made myself! I never thought so much of my husband before in all my life."
"I'm well acquainted with him," said the doctor, demurely. "He's all right; even your parents would be satisfied with him."
"What can you mean, Doctor?" She was startled now. "Was there ever such a man?"
They had reached his home, and he quietly resigned the lines to her hand. Just as he stepped to the ground, he fixed an earnest eye on her as he said,—
"The portrait is excellent, even to the too humble."