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"And did my fair one condescend to employ a thought upon me? Did she interest herself in my concern and enquire after my welfare? And how so soon could she have learned my intention?" This question, joined with the preceding circumstances, completed the confusion of Delia. She blushed, stammered, and was silent. Damon, during this interval, gazed upon her with unmingled rapture.
"That a May-basket!" exclaimed Abby, hardly able to restrain the tears of disappointment which started to her eyes. "Si, signorita," replied the man. Her frown disappeared. It was certainly very nice to be addressed by so high-sounding a title. She wished she could get Delia to call her signorita. But no; she felt sure that Delia never would. "Pshaw! It's only a joke!" said Larry, after a moment.
An' the young carpenter that Jennie was goin' to marry, he was the black-eyed, hither-an'-yon kind, an' crazier over Delia from the first than he ever was over Jennie.
Delia gasped. "Gertrude! you mean to do it!" Gertrude released her almost threw her hand away. "I have told you why you are a fool to think so. But if you do think so, go and tell Mr. Winnington! Tell him everything! make him enquire. I shall be in town ready for the warrant." The two faced each other. "And now," said Gertrude "though I am convalescent we have had enough of this."
But the gentleness of Delia was not yet sufficiently roused by the injuries she had received, to induce her, to cast off all the ties which education and custom had imposed upon her, and determine upon so decisive a step. "Surely," said she, "there is some secret reward, some unexpected deliverance in reserve, for filial simplicity.
She hated the idea of asking Aunt Sarah, and seeing her mouth stiffen into that hard line which was so disagreeable; but it was almost as bad to face Delia, standing there, bolt upright, with her dark eyes fixed so unflinchingly upon her. "I know," she said, appealingly, "that Aunt Sarah has arranged for me to go to Dornton next week." "Oh," said Delia, coldly.
"That man don't know how to talk no more 'n nothin' at all," said Madam Delia reproachfully, to the large policeman who stood by her. "He never speaks up bold to nobody. Why don't he tell 'em what's inside the tent? I don't want him to say no more 'n the truth, but he might tell that. Tell 'em about Gerty, you nincum! Tell 'em about the snakes. Tell 'em what Comstock is.
Delia he thought wonderfully bright and entertaining. Ben liked him amazingly. "But if I had all that money," said Ben, "I wouldn't confine myself to such puttering stuff as silks and laces and India shawls; I should want to do something high up and fine, like a magazine or a paper, that had influence and scope.
She was holding her own with him; she would hold her own. That very day she must grapple with him afresh. She had sent him a note that morning, and he had replied in a message that he would ride over to luncheon. For the question of money was urgent. Delia was already overdrawn.
"He wrote me about the row didn't you know it? Then I broke. You didn't suppose I was going to stay down there when there were such times up here." "Gracious!" Delia panted. "Is it pleasant at Nice? Is it very gay? Isn't it very hot now?" Francie rather limply asked. "Oh it's all right. But I haven't come up here to crow about Nice, have I?" "Why not, if we want you to?" Delia spoke up. Mr.
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