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I'd have known her anywheres. She's the same as she was when she was a girl. It's wonderful wonderful!" Young Evelina shrank a little. "We think she looks natural," she said, hesitatingly. "She looks jest as she did when she was a girl and used to come into the meetin'-house. She is jest the same," the old man repeated, in his eager, hoarse voice.
Indeed, had you, like me, seen his respectful behaviour, you would have been convinced of the impracticability of supporting any further indignation. EVELINA IN CONTINUATION. Bristol Hotwells, Sept. 19th. YESTERDAY morning Mrs. Selwyn received a card from Mrs. Beaumont, to ask her to dine with her to-day: and another, to the same purpose, came to me.
What have I to tell? My Prince! my own Leboo, if I might lie in the stall with you, then I should feel thoroughly happy! That is, if I could fall asleep. Evelina declares we are not eight miles from Dayton. It seems to me I am eight millions of miles distant, and shall be all my life travelling along a weary road to get there again just for one long sunny day.
The time came when Ann Eliza had almost made up her mind to speak to the lady with puffed sleeves, who had always looked at her so kindly, and had once ordered a hat of Evelina. Perhaps the lady with puffed sleeves would be able to get her a little plain sewing to do; or she might recommend the shop to friends.
To-day I can only dimly remember the words dictated to me by my despair; but I must have told Evelina that if she had dealt sincerely with me she could not and ought not to love another, or how could her whole life be anything but a lie? she must be false either to her future husband or to me.
She was brought here, in the first place, from sheer charity, and I can certainly understand that when she was here Mr Whittlestaff should have admired her." "That's a matter of course," said Evelina. "Mr Whittlestaff is not at all too old to fall in love with any young lady. This is a pretty place, a very lovely spot. I think I like it almost better than Gar Wood."
Later on, when she tried to remember the details of those first days, few came back to her: she knew only that she got up each morning with the sense of having to push the leaden hours up the same long steep of pain. Mr. Ramy came daily now. Every evening he and his betrothed went out for a stroll around the Square, and when Evelina came in her cheeks were always pink.
Well, then, why don't they marry that being the customary denouement in such cases? Why don't they marry? Well Signor Odoardo is still undecided. If there had been any hope of a love-affair I fear that his indecision would have vanished long ago. Errare humanum est. But Signora Evelina is a woman of serious views; she is in search of a husband, not of a flirtation.
The old woman shook her head sternly. "Ye kem in, an' 'bide whar ye b'long." Evelina took a step nearer the window. She laid her hand on the sill. "Spos'n 'twar Abs'lom whenst he war a baby," she said, her eyes softly brightening, "an' another woman hed him an' kep' him, 'kase ye an' his dad fell out would ye hev 'lowed she war right ter treat ye like ye treat me whenst Abs'lom war a baby?"
"I do believe I'll ask her name this time," she thought. She raised the flame to its full height, and saw her sister standing in the door. There she was at last, the poor pale shade of Evelina, her thin face blanched of its faint pink, the stiff ripples gone from her hair, and a mantle shabbier than Ann Eliza's drawn about her narrow shoulders.
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