He had been
fortunate to find among his acquaintances a young man who also attended
this church, and in his company he repaired to the sacred edifice, and
joined in the services of the hour. When the last hymn had been sung and
the congregation had been dismissed, Vinton and his companion hurried
out to the sidewalk, where they could observe all who came out.
Soon the doors were filled with little groups of men and women, all
exchanging friendly greetings, and indulging in pleasant gossip before
seeking their homes, and to the intense delight of Vinton, he noticed
among a company of young ladies, the face and form of Mary Crilly, the
pretty servant of the sister of Newton Edwards.
Finding his gaze riveted upon this group, his companion lightly pulled
him by the arm, exclaiming:
"What's the matter, Vinton. Has Mary Crilly captivated your senses?"
"I don't know who you allude to, but there is one of the prettiest girls
I have seen for a long time."
"I know who _you_ mean, though," said his companion laughingly, "and she
is one of the nicest girls I know. Although she is simply a servant, she
is both pretty, intelligent and industrious."
"Do you know her?" asked Vinton, both delighted and surprised.
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