“Must I?” said Margaret playfully; “Well, then, if I must, I must! I have always been a pattern of obedience—have I not, papa?” and Mr. Walton entering, as she spoke, the happy but embarrassed girl escaped from Vivian’s ardent thanks, and flew to her chamber, to recall his every look and tone, and to live over again in fancy the joy of that delightful interview.
An hour afterwards, he joined her in her walk, and gave her the whole history of his love, his suspicions and his jealousy.
“And so, Mr. Vivian Russell,” said the lady, when he had concluded, “those harmless atoms of paper have been the cause of all this misunderstanding and estrangement. Truly, indeed, said the bard that,
“Trifles light as air
Are, to the jealous, confirmation strong
As proofs of holy writ.”
SEPTEMBER WALTZ.
COMPOSED FOR GRAHAM’S MAGAZINE.
