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Updated: May 29, 2025
In short, the Olive of two years ago was not much like the Olive of to-day, and in what her character had changed, I leave you to find out for yourself. She stood there, looking out, and something pleasing, evidently, caught her eye, for it brightened suddenly, then in a moment a look of regret chased the smile from her face. "What is it, dear?" inquired Mrs. Dering. "What, mama?"
She stood and looked, with eyes blinded by hot tears, and once ventured to touch one of the thin waxen-like hands lying on the coverlid. Did it seem possible? Light-hearted, beautiful Ernestine Dering, and this white, shadowy, motionless being, one and the same?
He was obliged to stop to get his breath, and grow a little more quiet, for Mrs. Dering was leaning back in her chair, quite white with amaze and contending emotions; so Mr. Congreve settled abruptly into a chair and smoothed his voice and manner down several degrees. "I didn't mean to startle you," he continued.
A long, deep silence fell upon the Princess, while her eyes roved among the goodly company. At length she turned again to the chief who sat next her. 'Of this goodly company, she said, 'I know none save Oisin the son of Finn and Dering his friend. Tell me, I pray thee, who sitteth yonder by Oisin's side? And the chief told his name and sang his praise.
"I should like to see her again. I should, indeed." Mrs. Dering could not restrain a smile at the utter amazement depicted in his face. He looked like a man who was undergoing a constant shower-bath, and didn't know what to make of it. "I am very sorry," she said. "It grieves me that Olive has an exceedingly peculiar and unforgiving disposition.
Dering having never been wealthy, had only by care, and much time, collected the books which now formed a faultless, small library.
Not that, not that, surely!" "Yes, mama." Mrs. Dering dropped her face in her hands with a moan that came from the depths of her heart, and overcome with the confirmation of her fears, Bea sank into a chair and burst into tears; and nothing but her sobs were heard for several moments. Under all circumstances, Mrs.
Mrs. Dering vouchsafed no explanation, as Bea paused with a sob; but looked out of the window with a world of puzzled inquiry in her face, and murmured to herself: "How did it ever come out of the box?"
Dering began folding up her sewing as she finished, and the girls did likewise, looking as though they had taken the little talk to heart and were thinking over it. Olive went out for her account-books and her face wore a happier look, than any one could remember seeing there lately.
There was nothing for it, however, now that Miss Dering had committed herself, and he was advised to look to his luggage without delay. He hurried into the station to arrange for the transportation of his trunk by stage, all the while smiling maliciously in his sleeve. Looking surreptitiously from a window he saw the quartet, all of them now on the break, arguing earnestly over him, he was sure.
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