My bit of subtlety worked like a charm.
Miss Andrews graciously accepted my suggestion, and I retired to my
couch feeling certain that during that walk to Bald Mountain, or
around the Lake, or down to the Farm, or wherever else she might
choose to take me, I could do much to help poor Stuart out of the
predicament into which his luckless choice of Miss Andrews as his
heroine had plunged him. And I wasn't far wrong, as the event
transpired, although the manner in which it worked out was not
exactly according to my schedule.
I dismissed the night with a few paragraphs; the morning, with its
divine service in the parlor, went quickly and impressively; for it
IS an impressive sight to see gathered beneath those towering cliffs
a hundred or more of pleasure and health seekers of different creeds
worshipping heartily and simply together, as accordantly as though
they knew no differences and all men were possessed of one common
religion--it was too impressive, indeed, for my pen, which has been
largely given over to matters of less moment, and I did not venture
to touch upon it, passing hastily over to the afternoon, when Miss
Andrews appeared, ready for the stroll.
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