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It's true. To-day,—with unimagined courage swelling, I said,—ahem, it will not bear re-telling;— But only think,—the sweet young maiden grew Quite rosy-red,—but not at all enraged! You see, Falk, what I ventured for a bride! She listened,—and I rather think she cried; That, sure, means "Yes"?

If precedents decide; Go on.

And so we really are—engaged?

I should conclude so; but the only way To be quite certain, is to ask Miss Jay.

O no, I feel so confident, so clear! So perfectly assured, and void of fear.

[Radiantly, in a mysterious tone.

Hark! I had leave her fingers to caress When from the coffee-board she drew the cover.

[lifting and emptying his glass].

Well, flowers of spring your wedding garland dress!