The expression of her face was extremely childlike; she seemed more like a schoolgirl than a young woman of eighteen on the eve of marriage.

There was something deliriously airy and fairylike in her motions, and as she slightly moved her feet in time to the music she was humming, her thin blue dress floated about her, and undulated in harmony with her graceful motions.
After gazing at her for a few moments, Clarence called gently, "Little Birdie." She gave a timid joyous little cry of surprise and pleasure, and fluttered into his arms.
"Oh, Clary, love, how you startled me! I did not dream there was any one in the room.

It was so naughty in you," said she, childishly, as he pushed back the curls from her face and kissed her.

"When did you arrive ?" "Only an hour ago," he answered.
"And you came here at once?
Ah, that was so lover-like and kind," she rejoined, smiling.
"You look like a sylph to-night, Anne," said he, as she danced about him.
"Ah," he continued, after regarding her for a few seconds with a look of intense admiration, "you want to rivet my chains the tighter,--you look most bewitching.

Why are you so much dressed to-night ?--jewels, sash, and satin slippers," he continued; "are you going out ?" "No, Clary," she answered.