"Horace," turning towards her nephew, who was chatting with the doctor at the other side of the room, "some of this cake is very plain; you don't object to Elsie eating a little of it ?" "She is quite grown up now, aunt, and can judge for herself in such matters," he answered smiling, then turned to finish what he had been saying to the doctor.
"You will have some then, dear, won't you ?" Miss Stanhope inquired in her most coaxing tone.
"A very small slice of this sponge cake, if you please, auntie." "How young Mr.Travilla looks," remarked Lottie, "younger I think, than he did four years ago.

Happiness, I presume; it's said to have that effect.

I believe I was vexed when I first heard you were engaged to him, because I thought he was too old; but really he doesn't look so; a man should be considerably older than his wife, that she may find it easier to look up to him; and he know the better how to take care of her." "I would not have him a day younger, except that he would like to be nearer my age, or different in any way from what he is," Elsie said, her eyes involuntarily turning in Mr.Travilla's direction.
They met the ardent gaze of his.

Both smiled, and rising he crossed the room and joined them.

They had a half hour of lively chat together, then Mrs.King rose to take leave.
Mr.Travilla moved away to speak to the doctor, and Lottie seized the opportunity to whisper to her friend, "He's just splendid, Elsie! I don't wonder you look so happy, or that he secured your hand and heart after they had been refused to dukes and lords.