“I have got the inside track and mean to keep it!” he said to himself, as he drove homeward.  And he did keep it.  He was really a very fascinating man when he chose to be so, and he generally did choose to be so.  And he could “make love like an angel.”  Now, whether he really won the affections of Violet Wood by his charms of person and address, or whether he only dazzled the girl’s imagination by the splendor of his wealth and position, or whether her guardians advocated his cause with the beauty, or whether there was something of all these influences at work upon her will, I do not quite know.  But certain it is that when Mr. Fabian, after two weeks’ courtship, offered his heart, hand, and fortune to the little beauty, she accepted them, and not only accepted, but seemed very happy in doing so.

The betrothed lover pleaded for an early wedding day.  Violet Wood answered that she would consult her chaperon and abide by her decision.  Mr. Fabian then took the precaution to see Mrs. Pendletime, and pray that the marriage might take place early in February.  The lady answered that she would consult her young protegee and be governed by her wishes.

Mr. Fabian bowed, thanked her warmly, shook hands with her cordially and left the house.  He went straight home, took from his safe a casket of diamonds he had bought for his bride, and saying to himself: 

“I can get Violet another and twice as costly a set; and what I need now is to save time.”  He called Jason and dispatched him with this casket and his card done up in a neat parcel, and directed to Mrs. Chief Justice Pendletime.  So prompt had been his action that the chaperon received this silent bribe before she had spoken to her protegee on the subject of fixing a day for her marriage.

Now the fire of these diamonds threw such a radiant light on the matter that Mrs. Pendletime saw at once, and quite clearly, that February, early in February, was the very best time for the wedding.

She sent for her protegee, and had a talk with her.  Now Violet Wood was by nature a simple-hearted, good-humored girl, who loved to be well dressed, well housed, well served, and, above all, to be much petted, especially by such a charming master of the art as was Mr. Fabian.  She also loved to oblige her friends.

So she yielded to the arguments of Mrs. Pendletime and consented to be married in February—­only not during the first week in February, but about the middle of the month—­the fourteenth, say.  Saint Valentine’s day, the birds’ bridal day, would be a very appropriate time for a wood violet to wed.