ahatta and Mr. Haye's counting-room. He had
plenty of time for them, as no business obviously could be
done till the day after to-morrow.

CHAPTER XXIII.

_Touch_. All your writers do consent that ipso is he; now you
are not ipse, for I am he.
_Well_. Which he, sir?
AS YOU LIKE IT.

In due course of time the morrow brought round eleven o'clock;
and the two brothers took their way, whither all the world
severally were taking theirs, to Mr. Haye's house. The wedding
was over and the guests were pouring in.

For some reason or other the walk was taken in grave silence,
by both parties, till they were mounting the steps to the hall
door.

"How do you suppose Elizabeth will like this?" Rufus
whispered.

Winthrop did not say, nor indeed answer at all; and his
brother's attention was caught the next minute by Mr. Herder
whom they encountered in the hall.

"How do you do?" said the naturalist grasping both his young
friends' hands, -- "when did you come? and how is all wiz you?
I hope you are not going to be married!"

"Why, Mr. Herder?" said Rufus laughing.

"It is very perplexing, and does not satisfy nobody," said the
naturalist. "So quick as a man thinks of somebody else a
leetle too hard, he forgets himself altogezer; and then, he
does not be sure what he is doing. Now -- dis man --"

"Isn't he sure what he has done?" said Rufus much amused.

"No, he does not know," said Mr. Herder.

"What does his daughter think of it?"

"She looks black at it. I do not know what she is thinking. I
do not want to know."

"Ha! What does she say?"

"She says nozing at all; she looks black," said the naturalist
shrugging his shoulders. "Don't you go to get married. You
will not satisfy nobody."

"Except myself," said Rufus.

"Maybe. I do not know," said the naturalist. "A man has not no
right to satisfy himself wizout he can satisfy ozer people
too. I am sorry for poor Miss Elisabet'."

"I wonder how many matches would be made upon that rule!" said
Rufus, as they parted and Mr. Herder joined the company
within.

"They would be all matches made by other people," said
Winthrop.

"And on the principle that 'to-morrow never comes' -- the world
would come to an end."

So they entered the drawing-rooms.

There were many people there, and certainly for the present
there were few unsatisfied faces; for the bride was lovely
enough and the bridegroom of consequence enough, to make
compliments to them a matter