To see the elder Mr. Harper sitting at the head of his own dinner-table was a real pleasure. He never looked so well at any other time. His grandiose air was then so mixed with genuine kindliness that it only enriched his courtesies, like the “body” in mellow old wine. He leaned graciously back in the arm-chair peculiarly his own, surveying the long table shone over by soft wax-lights, and circled by smiling faces, most of them women, as the old gentleman liked best. Even the plain Mary, taking the foot of the table, looked well and mistress-like in her black velvet dress: Eulalie and Mrs. Dugdale kept up the good appearance of the family; while Miss Valery and the young Mrs. Harper took either side of the host, and were duly honoured by him. Agatha wore her wedding-dress, of white silk, rich and plain, She looked very pretty, her girlish _abandon_ of manner softened by a certain wifely dignity, which grew upon her day by day. She filled her position well, though often with secret trembling, and shy glances over to her husband to see if he were satisfied with her--a fact which no one but herself could doubt. “Now, my children,” said the Squire, when the servants had withdrawn, and dessert and wines foretold the chatty hour after dinner of which he was so fond--“now, my children--I may call you all so?” and he smiled at Anne Valery--“let me tell you how glad I am to see you, and especially the youngest of you”--here he softly patted Agatha's hand, on the table. “And since we always drink healths here--a good old fashion that I should be loth to renounce--let me give you the first toast--Mr. and Mrs. Nathanael Locke Harper!” “Hear, hear!” said Mr. Dugdale vaguely from the bottom of the table, at which indecorum--probably occasioned by a county meeting that was running in his head--his father-in-law looked extremely severe. But the severity was soon drowned in the nods and smiles that circled round. After which Nathanael said briefly but with feeling: “Father, my brother and sisters, and Anne--my wife and I thank you all” “What do you think of this our old-fashioned custom?'” said the Squire, turning to his daughter-in-law. “A remnant of my young days, when every lady used to be called upon to give the health of a gentleman, and every gentleman of a lady. It was always so at your grandfather's table, Anne, where many a time when you were a baby in long-clothes I had the pleasure of giving yours.” “Thank you,” said Anne, smiling. She was evidently a great favourite with the old gentleman. “You should know, my dear daughter-in-law, that my acquaintance with this lady dates almost from her birth. And for nineteen years I held over her the right which I understand my eldest son”--he paused a moment--“which Major Harper had the honour to hold over you. Her grandfather left me his executor and sole guardian of his infant heiress. I was a young man then, but I tried to deserve his trust. Did I, Anne?” Again she smiled--most affectionately.