In December, I had another political decision to make.

saw this. He spoke only to her, thought only of her, and the two

became one; and so it may be said she spoke much, for he was always

talking to her; and he and she were one. Such was the betrothal, and

then came the wedding, with bride's-maids and wedding presents, all

duly mentioned in the wedding speech. Mamma-in-law had set up

Thorwalsden's bust at the end of the table, attired in a

dressing-gown; it was her fancy that he should be a guest. Songs

were sung, and cheers given; for it was a gay wedding, and they were a