The emotions of a man who has just proposed and been accepted are complex and overwhelming. A certain sensation is perhaps predominant. Blended with this is relief, the relief of a general who has brought a difficult campaign to a successful end, or of a member of a forlorn hope who finds that the danger is over, and he is still alive. To this must be added a newly born sense of magnificence, of finding oneself to be, without having known it, the devil of a fellow. We have dimly suspected, perhaps, from time to time that we were something rather out of the ordinary run of men, but there has always been a haunting fear that this view was to be attributed to a personal in our own favor. When, however, our suspicion is suddenly confirmed by the only judge for whose opinion we have the least respect, our heaves with complacency, and the world has nothing more to offer.  
With some accepted suitors there is an of in the metal of their happiness; and the strain of an engagement sometimes brings with it even a faint shadow of regret. "She makes me buy new clothes," one swain, in the third quarter of his engagement, was overheard to moan to a friend. "Two new ties only yesterday." He seemed to be debating within himself whether human nature could stand the strain.
 
But, whatever tragedies may cloud the end of the period, its beginning at least is bathed in sunshine. Jimmy, regarding his face in the glass as he dressed for dinner that night, called himself the luckiest man on earth, and wondered if he were of such happiness. Thinking it over, he came to the conclusion that he was not, but that all the same he meant to have it.
 
No doubt him. It might have occurred to him that the relations between Mr. McEachern and himself offered a very serious bar to his ; but in his present frame of mind he declined to consider the existence of the ex-constable at all. In a world that contained Molly there was no room for other people. They were not in the picture. They did not exist.
 
There are men in the world who, through long custom, can find themselves engaged without any particular whirl of emotion. King Solomon probably belonged to this class; and even Henry the Eighth must have become a trifle blasé in time. But to the average man, the , the fact of being accepted seems to divide existence into two definite parts, before and after. A sensitive conscience some into compiling a full and unexpurgated , the edition limited to one copy, which is presented to the lady most interested. Some men find a pleasure in these . They like to draw the girl of their affections aside and have a long, chat about what scoundrels they were before they met her.
 
But, after all, the past is past and cannot be altered, and it is to be supposed that, whatever we may have done in that period, we intend to behave ourselves for the future. So, why on it?
 
Jimmy acted upon this plan. Many men in his place, no doubt, would have the conversation skillfully to the subject of the eighth commandment, and then said: "Talking about stealing, did I ever tell you that I was a burglar myself for about six years?" Jimmy was . All that was over, he told himself. He had given it up. He had buried the past. Why it? It did not occur to him to confess his New York crimes to Molly any more than to tell her that, when seven, he had been for stealing jam.
 
These things had happened to a man of the name of Jimmy Pitt, it was true. But it was not the Jimmy Pitt who had proposed to Molly in the canoe on the lake.
 
The and irreflective reader may jump to the conclusion that
Jimmy was a casuist, and ought to have been ashamed of himself.
He will be right.
 
On the other hand, one excuse may urged in his favor. His casuistry imposed upon himself.
 
To Jimmy, shaving, there entered, in the manner to that unreclaimed buccaneer, Mullins.
 
"Say, Mr. Chames," he said.
 
"Well," said Jimmy, "and how goes the world with young Lord Fitz
Mullins? Spike, have you ever been best man?"
"On your way! What's that?"
 
"Best man at a wedding. Chap who stands by the bridegroom with a hand on the scruff of his neck to see that he goes through with it. Fellow who looks after everything, crowds the crisp banknotes onto the clergyman after the ceremony, and then goes off and marries the first bridesmaid, and lives happily ever after."
 
"I ain't got no use for gettin' married, Mr. Chames."
 
"Spike, the ! You wait, Spike. Some day love will awake in your heart, and you'll start writing poetry."
 
"I'se not dat kind of mug, Mr. Chames," protested Spike. "Dere was a goil, . Only I was never her steady. And she married one of de odder boys."
 
"Why didn't you knock him down and carry her off?"............