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with all my faculties to attend to business for the
future,” said he. “TI will not take a holiday again
on market -day.”

“Oh, go, go! and God bless you!” said good
Mr. Isaacs, twinkling his eyes.

Reynolds had forgotten that he had never actually
declared his love to Marianne ; he fancied that she
knew it as well as he did ; and, perhaps, after all, she
was not very much astonished when he rushed into
the room and clasped her in his arms. What a joy-
ful meeting it was! There was nevertheless a great
deal which was both painful and sad to be talked
over.

Reynolds, like all the rest of the world, was pre-
pared to see an almost divine creature in Mademoiselle
Angela, and she equalled his expectations,

“ Ido not know how it is,” said Reynolds, “ but
she reminds me of a young actress that Williams
knew in former days.”

“I think it is she,” said Marianne. Of their
conjectures, however, they wisely said not a word.

Marianne was two months with Mademoiselle
Angela, and then Reynolds, having put his house in
order to receive a wife, they were married. Made-
moiselle Angela gave the breakfast, and even accom-
panied the bride to church. It made quite a stir in
Utceter, that Mr. Reynolds had married a protégée of
the celebrated actress,

“But,” said Miss Kendricks zealously to all their
friends, “she is no actress herself, and never had
anything to do with players. There can only be one
Mademoiselle Angela in the world,”

Within three months after the marriage, the poor