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In a pale blue cashmere home dress trimmed with swan's down and lace, she looked fairer, sweeter, daintier, more suggestive of a wood violet than ever. She left her seat at the piano and came to meet him, saying simply: "Good morning, Mr. Rockharrt. Mrs. Pendletime will be down presently. She is not in good health, and so she slept late this morning after the ball. Oh! what lovely, lovely flowers!
For me? Oh! thank you so much, Mr. Rockharrt," she added, as Mr. Fabian, with a deep bow and a sweet smile, presented his offering. Mr. Fabian made good use of his time, and had advanced considerably in the good graces of his fair little love before the lady of the house entered. Mrs. Chief Justice Pendletime greeted Mr. Fabian most graciously, inquiring after the health of his father.
Pendletime, and pray that the marriage might take place early in February. The lady answered that she would consult her young protegee and be governed by her wishes. Mr. Fabian bowed, thanked her warmly, shook hands with her cordially and left the house.
To show her baby to her more than mother, as she often called Mrs. Pendletime, would fill her soul with pride and joy. Very early the next morning Mr. Fabian and his party left the city by the express train en route for the national capital, leaving Mr. Clarence to go to North End and take charge of the works. They reached Baltimore at 11 p.m., and remained over night.
Fabian, who felt perfectly sure that his father would approve his choice. "Who is she?" demanded the Iron King. "Miss Violet Wood, the ward of Chief Justice Pendletime." "You could not have made a wiser choice. You have my full approval. And the sooner you are married, the better I shall like it." Mr. Fabian bowed in silence.
The bridesmaids grouped behind them. The best man stood on the groom's right. Old Aaron Rockharrt, Mrs. Rothsay and Cadet Haught came out of their pew and formed a group behind the bridegroom. Mrs. Chief Justice Pendletime, and a few intimate friends, came out of her pew and grouped behind the bride and her maids.
Pendletime received him, thanked him profusely for his munificent gift, telling him at the same time that she should certainly never have accepted such a costly present from any one who was not connected or about to be connected with her family. Mr. Fabian bowed deprecatingly and asked if he might be permitted to see Miss Wood.
Chief Justice Pendletime, who was a great domestic manager excelled in every housekeeping department, especially, perhaps, in the culinary art; so the little dinner was an exquisite one, and thoroughly enjoyed by the master and mistress of the house, and might have been equally appreciated by their visitor if her sad thoughts had not destroyed her appetite.
Pendletime inquired: "And when do you leave on this fearful expedition, my dear?" "On Monday next I go, with Captain and Mrs. Neville," replied Corona. "Well, I am truly sorry for it; but, of course, I cannot help it. On Monday, therefore, after your friend has taken leave of you, you will remove to my house, Violet?"
Though but eighteen years of age, and just from school, she had already entered on the possession of her fortune by the terms of her father's will. She lived with her former guardians, the Chief Justice Pendletime and his wife. They had given a grand ball to introduce their ward into society. The Rockharrts had been invited, of course. And they had all been present.
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