"It is getting very dark now, and I have been sitting at my open
bay window ever since sundown. How fresh and sweet the evening
air is, as it comes up from my little flower garden below, laden
with the fragrance of June roses and almond blossom! Ah, by the
way, I will send over some more of those same roses to my opposite
neighbor tomorrow morning,--and there is a beautiful spray of white
jasmin nodding in at the casement now, and only waiting to be
gathered for him. Poor old man! He must be very lonely and quiet,
lying there day after day in his dark little bed-chamber, with no
companions save his books and his old housekeeper. But then Dr.
Peyton is with him very often, and Dr. Peyton is such a dear kind
soul that he makes every one cheerful! I think they have drawn down
the blinds earlier than usual tonight at the little old gentleman's.
Dr. Peyton says he always likes to sit up in his armchair when the
day closes, and watch the twilight gathering over the blue range
of the Malvern hills in the distance, and talk dreamy bits of poetry
to himself the while, but this evening I noticed the blinds were
pulled down almost directly after sunset. And such a lovely sunset
as it was tonight! I never beheld anything more glorious! What
a wondrous glamour of molten mellow light it threw over all the
meadows and cottage gardens! It seemed to me as though the gates
of heaven itself were unfolded to receive the returning sun into
the golden land of the Hereafter! Dear, dear, I shall get quite
poetical in my old age! This is not the first time I have caught
myself stumbling unawares on the confines of romance! Miss Lizzie,
Miss Lizzie, you must not be fanciful! Do you forget that you are
an old maid! Yes, an old maid. Ah, well-a-day, 'tis a very happy,
contented, peaceful sound to me now; but twenty years ago,--Here
comes dear old Dr. Peyton himself up my garden path! He does not
seem to walk so blithely tonight as usual,--surely nothing is the
matter; I wish I could see his face, but it is much too dark for
that, so I'll go at once and let him in. Now I shall hear news
of my opposite neighbor! Ah, I hope he is no worse, poor little
old man!"
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