"How do you like him, Eliza?" Mr. Blessing asked, after several silent, luxurious whiffs.
"He is handsome, and seems amiable, but younger than I expected. Are you sure of his—his feelings, Julia?"
"O ma!" Julia exclaimed; "what a question! I can only judge them by my own."
Clementina curled her lip. in a singular fashion, but said nothing.
"It seems like losing Julia entirely," Mrs. Blessing resumed. "I don't know how she will be able to retain her place in our circle, unless they spend a part of the winter in the city, and whether he has means enough—"
She paused, and looked inquisitively at her husband.
"You always look at the establishment," said he, "and never consider the chances. Marriage is a deal, a throw, a sort of kite-flying, in fact (except in our case, my dear), and, after all I've learned of our future son-in-law, I must say that Julia hasn't a bad hand."
"I knew you'd like him, pa!" cried the delighted Julia. Mr. Blessing looked at her steadily a moment, and then winked; but she took no notice of it.
"There is another thing," said his wife. "If the wedding comes off this fall, we have but two months to prepare; and how will you manage about the—the money? We can save afterwards, to be sure, but there will be an immediate and fearful expense. I've thought, perhaps, that a simple and private ceremony,—married in travelling-dress, you know, just before the train leaves, and no cards,—it is sometimes done in the highest circles."
"It Avon't do!" exclaimed Mr. Blessing, waving his right hand. "Julia's husband must have an opportunity of learning our standing in society. I will invite the Collector, and
