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Mowbray was about to pass with a smile up the steps leading to the door, when an acquaintance came by and stopped a moment to speak to him. Mowbray seemed interested in what he said, and half turned from Hoffland.
Lucy was so completely overcome by laughter at this extraordinary speech, that for a moment she remained perfectly silent, shaking with merriment. Hoffland conceived the design to take advantage of this astonishment, and modestly "held up his mouth," as children say.
"Why, my dear follow," said Hoffland, with a free-and-easy air, "come as near as you choose; here, let us lock arms! Does that look like avoiding you?" Mowbray smiled. "It is very different here in the street," he said; "but let us dismiss this idle subject. It is an odd way of throwing away time to debate whether you would make a good wife." "I don't think it is," said Hoffland, and he laughed.
And pale, his forehead bathed with perspiration, his frame agitated, his eyes full of fire and regret, Mowbray turned away his head and rose. Hoffland was silent, and yet the deep color in his cheeks betrayed the impression which his companion's passionate words had made upon him. In a few moments Mowbray had regained his calmness.
This affair is serious, since it involves two lives especially serious to me, since it involves the life of a friend of many years' standing, and no less the life of one I have promised to assist, advise, and guide yourself." "Oh," said Hoffland, with a hurt expression, "you call Mr.
"Well," said Mowbray, "we shall pass it on our way, and I will go up and see if you are comfortably fixed. I may be able to give you some advice I am an old member of the commissary department. "Oh, thank you," said Hoffland quickly; "but I believe every thing is very well arranged." "Can you judge?" smiled Mowbray.
I cannot unless you set me the example." "Ernest? How did you discover my name?" "Oh!" said Hoffland, somewhat embarrassed, "does not every body know Ernest Mowbray?" "Very well as you are determined to give me compliments instead of reasons, I will not persist. Charles be it then, but you must call me Ernest." "Yes, Ernest." The low musical words went to his heart, and broke down every barrier.
Can I assist you?" "Oh, thank you; but I am lodged in town." "Ah?" "Yes; Doctor Small procured permission for me." "Where is your room, Charles? I shall come and see you." "Just down there, somewhere," said Hoffland dubiously. "On Gloucester street?" "No; just around there," replied the student, pointing in the direction of the college.
Hoffland for two or three days had obstinately kept away from the college, and "non est inventus" was the substance of the proctor's return when he was sent to drum up the absent student. "Indeed, Charles," said Mowbray, with his calm sadness, "you should not thus allow your time to be absorbed in indolent lounging. A man has his career in the world to run, and college is the threshold.
Mowbray could not explain the happiness he felt: all his coldness and doubt seemed to be passing away in presence of this young girl, who gave him such winning smiles, and so obstinately refused to observe his constraint. He had spoken truly to Hoffland; he was in love, and he had no longer any command over himself.
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