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Vernon were discussing bygone days, and no one seemed disposed to leave the pavilion. Sir Henry, in his silent mood, was glad to escape from the party; and engaging Julia in a search for Emily, made his way to the crowded ball room.
Her countenance was so much changed, that Emily would scarcely have recollected her, had she not been prepared to do so: it was ghastly, and overspread with gloomy horror; her dim and hollow eyes were fixed on a crucifix, which she held upon her bosom; and she was so much engaged in thought, as not to perceive the abbess and Emily, till they stood at the bed-side.
'Phyllis, can you dance a quadrille? Phyllis opened her eyes, and Eleanor desired her to answer. 'Come, Phyllis, let me see what M. Le Roi has done for you. He led her away, wondering greatly, and thinking how very good- natured Cousin Rotherwood was. Emily was much surprised to find Phyllis her vis a vis.
Her melancholy was a miasma. He would laugh it away with her. "Douglas," she said, "it was because I fancied that you were beginning to care for me and because I knew that I cared for you that I went away not because I was afraid." He looked puzzled. Then he spoke slowly. "Emily, is it because I am poor and unknown? I am no fit husband for you, I know.
The next was Lady Emily de Burgh, the daughter of the Marchioness of Clanricarde, a beautiful girl of seventeen. She is very lovely, wears a Grecian braid round her head like a coronet, and always sits by her mother, which would not suit our young girls. Then came Lord and Lady Ashley, Lord Ebrington, and so many titled personages that I cannot remember half.
Captain Jolliffe regarded the loose curls of their hair, their backs and shoulders, down to their heels, for some time. 'Who may them two maids be? he whispered to his neighbour. 'The little one is Emily Hanning; the tall one Joanna Phippard. 'Ah! I recollect 'em now, to be sure. He advanced to their elbow, and genially stole a gaze at them.
Breeze," said Miss Austin; and Pinckney woke up with a start, for he was thinking of Miss Warneld too. "Why?" said he. "I don't like him," said Emily. "He isn't good enough for her." As this is a thing that women say of all wooers after they have won, and which the winner is usually at that period the first to admit, Pinckney paid little attention to this remark.
You say that a sum of £20,000 would suit your business better now than when I'm dead. Very likely. But with such an account of the business as that you have given me, I do not know that I feel disposed to confide the savings of my life to assist so very doubtful an enterprise. Of course whatever I may do to your advantage will be done for the sake of Emily and her children, should she have any.
Senter volunteered to go, at the last moment, just as they were starting, and Emily and I were left, flotsam and jetsam, in the car, to wait till they came back. I wasn't bored, however, because Emily read a religious novel by Marie Corelli, and didn't worry to talk.
Brisk, bold, and blithe ever busy and ever restless, she was generally known by the names of Brownie and Changeling, which were not inappropriate to her active and prying disposition. Excepting Claude and Emily, the young party were early risers, and Lily especially had generally despatched a good deal of business before the eight o'clock breakfast. At nine they went to church, Mr.
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