And had Mr. Dinsmore been questioned
on the subject, he could not have asserted that it had ever occurred to
him that Mr. Allison had an equal right with himself in Rose. But few
people are entirely consistent.
Mr. Travilla drew near the two, still standing together, and regarded his
bride with a countenance beaming with love and delight. The sweet eyes
sought his questioningly, and meeting his ardent gaze the beautiful face
sparkled all over with smiles and blushes.
"Does my toilet please you, my friend?" she asked. "And you, papa?"
"The general effect is charming," said Mr. Travilla; "but," he added, in
low, tender tones saying far more than the words, "I've been able to see
nothing else for the dear face that is always that to me."
"I can see no flaw in face or attire," Mr. Dinsmore said, taking a more
critical survey; "you are altogether pleasing in your doting father's
eyes, my darling. But you must not stand any longer. You will need all
your strength for your journey." And he would have led her to a sofa.
But she gently declined. "Ah, I am much too fine to sit down just now, my
dear, kind father, I should crush my lace badly. So please let me stand. I
am not conscious of weariness."
He yielded, saying with a smile, "That would be a pity; for it is very
beautiful.
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