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126 Youth's Golden Gleam
the evening through. (Grandma always delighted to tell this story.)
"At ten-thirty calling hours were oyer in those good old days and Richard, punctilious in all things, arose. Wrapping his military broadcloth cape about him elegantly, he bade the forbidding back of Stephen a low sweeping 'Good evening, Sir/
"No answer from Stephen. Jane accompanied Richard to the door, feeling in her heart that a crisis of some kind was impending. She often laughingly said that, when she came back into the room that night, she scarcely knew where her sympathies lay; whether they had departed with Richard, or were present with Stephen. At any rate she had small time for speculation—Stephen had arisen, was standing by the table pale and stern as she came in.
"'And now Miss Jane I want your answer! Is it yes ? or is it no ?'
"And Grandma, nineteen in years and unused to quick decisions, made one then and never regretted it."