And when they sang, "Praise God from whom all blessings flow!" my voice soared fervently in the words, for I had satisfied myself by much craning of the neck that Solon Denney was not present.

Even now the Doxology revives within me that mixed emotion of relief at his absence and apprehension for the approaching encounter with her.
She passed me at the portals of the house of a double worship, said good night to aunt and uncle--and I was at her side.
"May I have the pleasure of seeing you home ?" She managed a timid "Certainly." her hand fluttered within my arm, and my heart bounded forward like a freed race-horse.

We walked! Now it had been my occupation at quiet moments to devise conversation against the time of this precise miracle.

I had dreamt that it might come to pass, even as it did, and I knew that talk for it should be stored safely away.

This talk had been the coinage of my leisure.