While these solemnities were in progress, Mr. Alfred Lammle (most loving of husbands) approached the chair of Mrs. Alfred Lammle (most loving of wives), and bending over the back of it, trifled for some few seconds with Mrs. Lammle’s bracelet. Slightly in contrast with this brief airy toying, one might have noticed a certain dark attention in Mrs. Lammle’s face as she said some words with her eyes on Mr. Lammle’s waistcoat, and seemed in return to receive some lesson. But it was all done as a breath passes from a mirror.