CHAPTER XXIII.
Touch. All your writers do consent that ipso is he; now you are not ipse, for I am he. Well. Which he, sir? AS YOU LIKE IT.
In due course of time the morrow brought round eleven o'clock; and the two brothers took their way, whither all the world severally were taking theirs, to Mr. Haye's house. The wedding was over and the guests were pouring in.
For some reason or other the walk was taken in grave silence, by both parties, till they were mounting the steps to the hall door.
"How do you suppose Elizabeth will like this?" Rufus whispered.
Winthrop did not say, nor indeed answer at all; and his brother's attention was caught the next minute by Mr. Herder whom they encountered in the hall.
"How do you do?" said the naturalist grasping both his young friends' hands, — "when did you come? and how is all wiz you? I hope you are not going to be married!"
"Why, Mr. Herder?" said Rufus laughing.
"It is very perplexing, and does not satisfy nobody," said the naturalist. "So quick as a man thinks of somebody else a leetle too hard, he forgets himself altogezer; and then, he does not be sure what he is doing. Now — dis man —"
"Isn't he sure what he has done?" said Rufus much amused.