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Miss Wayne, I hear, is very beautiful, and about your age. Is it true about her being an heiress? "What is the news let me see. Oh! your cousin, Laura Magot, is engaged, and she has made a capital match. She will be eighteen on her next birthday; and the happy man is Mellish Whitloe. It is the fine old Knickerbocker family.
Dinks, one of the pleasantest I remember was this last winter, under the auspices of your wife. Let me see, there were Mr. Moultrie there, Mr. Whitloe and Miss Magot, Mr. Bowdoin Beacon and Miss Amy Waring and who else? Oh! I beg pardon, your son Alfred and my sister Fanny." As he spoke the young gentleman filled a glass of wine, and looked over the rim at Mr. Dinks as he drained it.
Mr. Whitloe, Laura Magot, and I were just talking about Batrachian reptiles. Which are the best toads, the fattest?" "Or does it depend upon the dressing?" asked Mr. Whitloe. "Or the quantity of jewelry in the head?" said Laura Magot. Mr. Wilkottle smiled, bowed, and passed on. If they had called him an ass as they were ladies of the best position he would have bowed, smiled, and passed on.
Mellish Whitloe, and sent her the loveliest fans, and buttons, and little trinkets, which he selected at Marquand's. But when the year came round the bill was inclosed to Mr. Wetherley, senior, who, after a short and warm interview with his son Zephyr, inclosed it in turn to Whitloe himself; who smiled, and paid it, and advised his wife to buy her own jewelry in future.
The merchants joked complacent jokes. They gossiped a little when business had been discussed. So young Whitloe was really to marry Magot's daughter, and the Doolittle money would go to the Magots after all! And old Jacob Van Boozenberg had actually left off knee-breeches and white cravats, and none of his directors knew him when he came into the Bank in modern costume.
When you and Gabriel have half a dozen children, and your girls grow up to be married, you'll understand all about it. I suppose you know about Mellish Whitloe and Laura Magot, don't you, dear?" May shook her head negatively. "Well, they are people who were wise early.
Fanny says she knows all about them that she has the Whitloes all at her fingers' ends. You see she is as bright as ever. It is a capital match. Mr. Whitloe has at least five thousand dollars a year from his business now; and his aunt, Patience Doolittle, widow of the old merchant, who has no children, is understood to prefer him to all her relations.
A curious silence follows this effusion. Corlaer Van Boozenberg is slightly flown with wine. Hal Battlebury, who sits near him, looks troubled. Herbert Octoyne and Mellish Whitloe exchange meaning glances. The young ladies Mrs. Plumer is the only matron, except Mrs. Dagon, who sits below smile pleasantly. Sligo Moultrie eats grapes.
Did you hear that Mellish Whitloe has given Laura a diamond pin which cost five hundred dollars? Extravagant fellow! Yet I like to have young men do these things handsomely. I do think it's such a pity about Laura's nose " "She can smell with it, I suppose, mother; and what else do you want of a nose?" It was Miss Fanny Newt who spoke, and who had entered the room during the conversation.
Laura will have a little something; so there could be nothing better. We are naturally delighted. But what a pity Laura is not a little taller about Fanny's height; and as I was looking at Fanny the other day, I thought how sorry I was for Mr. Whitloe that Laura was not just a little prettier. She has such a nose; and then her complexion!
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