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Was this white, cowed creature our once pert, bright Hatty? "What do you want?" said Mr Crossland, angrily, as he caught sight of me. "Oh, I beg pardon, Miss Caroline. Your poor sister is suffering so much to-day. I have been trying to divert her a little, but her pain is so great. How very good of you to come! Was no one here to show you anywhere, that you had to come by yourself?"
I feel more and more certain that something is wrong in Charles Street. "Why, Cary, that is a disappointment for you," said my Uncle Charles, kindly. "I think, Madam, as Hester cannot come, Mrs Crossland might have offered a counter-invitation to Caroline." "It would have been well-bred," said Grandmamma. "Mrs Crossland is not very well connected.
Hatty felt sure that Mrs Crossland was a concealed Papist long before she suspected the young man. And when, at last, both threw the mask off, they had her fast in their toils. She was strictly warned never to talk with me except on mere trifling subjects; and she had to give an account of every word that had been said when she returned.
Abè, who was afterwards placed on that station, reaped the harvest which had been sown with many prayers two years before. Mr. Mesney succeeded Mr. Glover at Banting, and its many branch missions; and Mr. Crossland went farther off, to the Dyaks, on the Undop, where he eventually built a church and gathered a little flock of Christians about him. Mr.
Annabella, call Godfrey! call him! That hussy must not " I was up-stairs by this time. I rapped at the first door, and had no answer; the second was the same. From the third I heard the sound of weeping, and a man's voice, which I thought I recognised as that of Mr Crossland. "I shall not allow of any more hesitation," he was saying. "You must make your choice to-day.
"And it is not telling falsehoods?" said I. "My dear, I have nothing to do with it," said Amelia, fanning herself. "Mrs Crossland may carry her own shortcomings." I felt pretty sure now that Amelia was not in the plot. "Will you give a message to Hatty?" I said. "If it be not too long to remember."
"Cary, I have had nothing to do with it, if something be wrong. I never even guessed it." "I don't believe you have," said I. "But tell me one thing, Emily: are they scheming to make Hatty marry Mr Crossland?" "Most certainly not!" cried Amelia, with more warmth than I had thought was in her. "Impossible! Why, Mr Crossland is engaged to Marianne Newton."
"Tell her I wanted her to spend the day, and my Aunt Dorothea writ to ask her to come, and Mrs Crossland returned answer that she had too bad a catarrh, and must keep indoors for some days." "Did she to Mrs Desborough?" said Amelia, with a surprised look. "I rather wonder at that, too." "Emily, help me!" I said. "These Crosslands want to keep Hatty and me apart. There is something wrong going on.
She is such a careless girl in every way that I am scarce surprised. Amelia did notice things, but she had a mistaken notion of what they meant. She fancied that Hatty was in love with Mr Crossland, and that she, not knowing of his engagement in marriage with Miss Marianne Newton, was very jealous of what she thought his double-dealing.
"Allow me to go up with Miss Annabella, and perhaps save her a journey," said I. "Messages are apt to be returned and to make further errands." "Oh, but pray do not give yourself that trouble," said Miss Annabella, glancing at her mother. "Certainly not. I cannot think of it," answered Mrs Crossland, hastily.
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