[Gutenberg 20236] • Fair to Look Upon

I was about to be married. My numerous charms and attractions had won the affections of a young man who was equally charming with myself. We were sitting on a luxurious divan and he held my milk-white hand in his. I do not make that statement as a startling announcement of an unusual occurrence, but simply as a matter of fact. We had been conversing about the culinary and domestic arrangements of our future home when matrimony had made us "one flesh; " or, to use English, we had been wondering what under the canopy a good cooking stove would cost, when he asked suddenly and irrelevantly, "And you will love me, always? "