“I am afraid father and mother will not approve your preference in this instance, Eunie. Indeed, I am sure they will not, especially after your refusing to receive the attentions of Mr. Pelham, whose family connections are among the best in the city, and whose father is worth a million of dollars.” A slight shade came over the maiden’s face, and there was a change in her voice as she replied to this-- “I should like to please father and mother in every thing; though I fear this will be impossible.” “I am sure you will not please them if you encourage this young man’s attentions,” said Eveline. Eunice sighed gently, but made no answer. Not a very long time elapsed before Albertson called again. He happened to find Eunice alone, and took advantage of the opportunity to make advances of a nature easily understood by the maiden. These were not repulsed by Eunice. A month or two later, and a fair opportunity was offered him to tell his love, and he embraced it. The declaration was received with great frankness by Eunice, whose well-balanced mind kept her above the betrayal of any weakness. She owned that he had awakened in her a tenderer sentiment than she had ever felt for any one; but, at the same time, she informed him that it would be necessary for him to see her father, and gain his approval in the matter, without which, with her present views and feelings, she could give him no encouragement to hope for her hand. More than this, Albertson had not expected. But he felt that the result was still very doubtful. On the next day he called to see Mr. Townsend. It happened, that the merchant had just received intelligence of a heavy loss, and was in a very unhappy state of mind. “Well, sir?” he said, in a quick and impatient voice to Albertson, as the latter entered his counting-room, and disturbed him in the midst of a pile of letters, over which he was looking. He had seen the young man a few times before, but his youthful appearance had prevented his noticing him very particularly. He knew nothing of him, and supposed him to be a clerk, sent on the present occasion with some message from his employer. Albertson bowed, as the merchant thus rudely interrogated him, and said, with as much composure as he could assume--the manner of Mr. Townsend chafed him-- “I wish to say a word to you, sir, on a matter that concerns us both.” There was something in the way this was uttered, that caused the supercilious manner of the merchant to change. He turned full around from his desk, saying in a more respectful voice as he did so, “Be seated, sir. Your face is familiar to me, although I cannot this moment call you by name.” “My name is Rufus Albertson.” “Albertson? Albertson?” “I belong to the firm of Jones, Claire, & Co.” “Ah! Yes. Very well, Mr. Albertson, what is it you wish to say to me?” “Simply, sir, that I have come to ask the privilege of addressing your daughter Eunice.”