Perhaps
it's just as well, but things used to be livelier. That serenade was
just before Isabel was married--and don't you fret, Miss Lucy: your
father remembers it well enough!" The old gentleman burst into
laughter, and shook his finger at Eugene across the table. "The fact
is," the Major went on hilariously, "I believe if Eugene hadn't broken
that bass fiddle and given himself away, Isabel would never have taken
Wilbur! I shouldn't be surprised if that was about all the reason
that Wilbur got her! What do you think. Wilbur?"
"I shouldn't be surprised," said Wilbur placidly. "If your notion is
right, I'm glad 'Gene broke the fiddle. He was giving me a hard run!"
The Major always drank three glasses of champagne at his Sunday
dinner, and he was finishing the third. "What do you say about it,
Isabel? By Jove!" he cried, pounding the table. "She's blushing!"
Isabel did blush, but she laughed. "Who wouldn't blush!" she cried,
and her sister-in-law came to her assistance.
"The important thing," said Fanny jovially, "is that Wilbur did get
her, and not only got her, but kept her!"
Eugene was as pink as Isabel, but he laughed without any sign of
embarrassment other than his heightened colour.
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