Had he been impugned with the accusation
he would have denied it indignantly: Nevertheless, he had been mixed up
in too many romances not to find the relation between the sexes a
problem of engrossing interest. Furthermore, of late he had been doing
a little private castle-building, the foundations of which now abruptly
collapsed into ruins at his feet. The cornerstone of this
dream-structure had been laid the day he had first seen Robert Morton
and Delight Hathaway together. What a well-mated pair they were! For
years it had been his unwhispered ambition to see his favorite happily
married to a man who was worthy of the priceless treasure.
The Brewster household was aging fast. Captain Jonas, Captain
Benjamin, and Captain Phineas were now old men; even Zenas Henry's hair
had thinned and whitened above his temples, and Abbie, once so
tireless, was becoming content to drop her cares on younger shoulders.
Yes, Wilton was growing old, thought the inventor sadly, and he and
Celestina were unquestionably keeping pace with the rest.
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