"Why, Fanny," said Mr. Miller, "how beautiful you look. What would your
father say could he see you now?"

At the mention of her father’s name the teardrops glistened for a moment
in Fanny’s eye, and she felt how gladly she would have foregone all the
expected pleasure of that night for the pleasure of again seeing her
distant father. She, however, dashed the tears away, and replied, "I fear
he would think his Sunshine wholly covered up and spoiled by trumpery, as
he calls fashionable dress."

Frank noticed her emotion when speaking of her father, and he thought how
priceless must be the love of one who thus so truly honored her parents. A
feeling of sadness was blended with his admiration of Fanny, for
constantly in his heart was the knowledge that she never would be his. And
here Frank showed how truly noble he was, for he could still love and
cling to Fanny, although he knew that for him there was no hope.

Let us now transport our readers to the elegant residence of Judge Fulton,
which was situated upon Fifth Avenue. Stanton, with his fair bride, had
returned from visiting his parents near Geneva, and now in the large
parlors of Judge Fulton, they were receiving the congratulations of their
friends, whose numbers each moment increased, until the rooms were filled
to overflowing. Frank and his party had not yet arrived. He designed to be
late, for he well knew his mother and sister would not be early, and he
wished to give them the full benefit of Fanny’s introduction into the
drawing room.

But a part of his scheme was frustrated, for his mother, who was suffering
with a violent headache, was obliged to remain above stairs for a time,