Believe me, Yours very sincerely,
    THOMAS CRABBE HERMITAGE.

  Mrs. Mayne Chance to Mr. Crabbe Hermitage.
  April 4th.

MY DEAR MR. CRABBE HERMITAGE,—­Your letter has come as the greatest surprise.  I suppose mothers cannot expect to keep for ever at their daughters’ side, but the parting is robbed of its bitterness when other considerations are involved.

I questioned the dear child this morning and she confessed, as indeed I suspected, that she is not indifferent to the attentions of the son of a neighbour of ours.  But anyhow there need be no obstacle in that quarter.  She is far too sensible and unselfish, as only I know.  Surely there is not such a disparity of age as you seem to think!  But perhaps I have said too much.

  Most sincerely yours,
    MELISSA MAYNE CHANCE.

  Mr. Crabbe Hermitage to Miss Chance.
  April 5th.

MY DEAR MISS CHANCE,—­I wrote to your dear mother two days ago to endeavour to ascertain whether you would view favourably the proposal which I wished to make.  Her reply was, on the whole, encouraging, but it is far from being my wish that in seeking my own happiness you should sacrifice your own.  More I will not permit myself to add until you have reassured my mind.

  Believe me, Your sincere Friend,
    THOS.  CRABBE HERMITAGE.

  From Miss Chance to Mr. Crabbe Hermitage.
  April 6th.

DEAR MR. CRABBE HERMITAGE,—­Yes, mother told me all about it, and I think it is perfectly lovely.  Of course I would never stand in the way of your happiness and you need not consider me at all.  She is so happy about it, and of course I am too.

  Yours very sincerely, EDITH CHANCE.

  From Mr. Crabbe Hermitage to Mrs. Mayne Chance.
  April 7th.

MY DEAR MRS. MAYNE CHANCE,—­I have received a letter from dearest Edith which removes the only obstacle to the realization of the wish of my heart.  Rest assured that my every endeavour shall be to prove worthy of this great happiness.  If quite convenient I hope to call on the 9th instant to offer myself in person.

  Believe me, Your sincere Friend,
    THOS.  CRABBE HERMITAGE.

  From Mrs.-Mayne Chance to Mr. Crabbe Hermitage.
  April 8th.

MY DEAR THOMAS,—­For I must call you this without waiting till to morrow!  I knew the dear child would share our happiness.  How could you ever doubt it?  Only this morning she said there was no one in the world she would like better for a father than you.  But I mustn’t begin by making you vain!  Oh dear!  I wish to-day was to-morrow.

  Your MELISSA.

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THE LAST-STRAW.