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Greenleaf's good sense came to the rescue seasonably. "Alice, Miss Lee, allow me to introduce my friend Mr. Easelmann. We came here to see you, and were waiting for that purpose; but it seems you were not told of it." Easelmann bowed, saying, "No, Miss Lee; I saw Mrs. Sandford, who thought it best to speak to you first herself." "I am happy to meet you, Mr. Easelmann," said Alice.
Oh, yes! gray as a badger, but immortally young. As for marriage, I'm rather past that. I had my chance; I lost it, and shall not throw again." Easelmann did not seem inclined to open this sealed book of his personal history, and the friends were silent. Greenleaf at length broke the pause.
To Greenleaf the delay was full of torture; he paced the room, looked at the pictures without seeing anything, looked out of the window, turned over the gift-books on the table, counted the squares in the carpet, and finally sat down in utter despair. At length Easelmann returned. Greenleaf started up. "Where is she? Have you seen her? Why doesn't she come down?
"Now, my dear fellow," Easelmann continued, "you fancied that your whole existence depended upon the hazel or the blue or the black eyes, in turn; but at this time you could see their glances turned in rapture upon your enemy, if you have one, without a pang."
Sandford has left Boston and gone to live with her relatives some fifty miles distant; the place Mr. Easelmann can tell, as he has had occasion to send her a few letters. The personages of our drama are all dismissed; the curtain begins to fall; but a voice is heard, "What became of the Bulls and Bears?" What became of Mars and Minerva after the siege of Troy?
We are plants, that thrive very well for a while in the pots we sprouted in, but after a time we must have a change of soil." "I don't think we outgrow affection, honor, truth." "That is all very pretty; but our ideas of honor and truth are apt to change." "I don't believe you are half so bad a fellow, Easelmann, as you would have me think.
"Well, good-bye," she said, still laughing in the same terrible tone. "Better luck next time." The door closed upon her, and Greenleaf drew a long breath with a sense of infinite relief. "Come," said Easelmann, entering a moment later, "come, let us go. We have done quite enough for one day. You wouldn't take my advice, and a pretty mess you have made of it."
Greenleaf went directly to Easelmann's room, opened the door, and spread his arms. "Have you a strawberry-mark?" he shouted. "No." "Then you are my long-lost brother! Come to my arms!" Easelmann laughed long and loudly. "Forgive my nonsense, Easelmann. I know I am beside myself and ready for any extravagance, I am so full of joy.
How easy to go through those establishments!" "You give me new courage. I will get a trades-directory and begin at once." "To-morrow, my friend. She hasn't got a place yet, probably." "So much the better. I shall save her the necessity." "Go, then," said Easelmann. "You'll be happier, I suppose, to be running your legs off, if it is to no purpose.
The gentleman who had blushed a moment before, when the picture was criticized, was still within earshot; he now turned an angry glance upon the last speaker, and was about to cross the room, when Mr. Easelmann stopped him. "With your permission, Miss Sandford," said the painter, nodding meaningly towards the person retreating. "Certainly," replied the lady. "Mr.
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