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"I had no thought of meeting you, Miss Huell." And he coolly took the seat beside me in the window, leaving to Mrs. Bliss the alternative of standing or of going away; she chose the latter. "I saw you as soon as I came in," he said, "gliding from window to window, like a vessel hugging the shore in a storm." "With colors at half-mast; I have no dancing partner." "How many have observed you?"
They talked together in a low voice for a few minutes, and then Mr. Van Horn leaned back in his seat again. "Allow me," he said, "to introduce you, Uxbridge, to Miss Margaret Huell, Miss Huell's niece. Huell vs. Brown, you know," he added, in an explanatory tone; for I was Huell vs. Brown's daughter. "Oh!" said Mr. Uxbridge bowing, and looking at me gravely.
Van Horn?" "Oh, he must come; I can not be writing letters." We had been in Newport two weeks when Mr. Van Horn, Aunt Eliza's lawyer, came. He said that he would see Mr. Edward Uxbridge. Between them they might delay a term, which he thought would be best. "Would Miss Huell ever be ready for a compromise?" he jestingly asked. "Are you suspicious?" she inquired.
And he jumped from his saddle, slipping his arm through the bridle. "I am a runaway. What do you think of the Fugitive Slave Bill?" "I approve of returning property to its owners." "The sea must have been God's temple first, instead of the groves." "I believe the Saurians were an Orthodox tribe." "Did you stop yonder to ponder the sea?" "I was pondering 'Lemorne vs. Huell."
See that the coffee is good, Roll." "It is good generally, Miss Huell." "You see that Margaret brought me my milk." "Ahem!" said Mrs. Roll, marching out. At the beginning of each visit to Aunt Eliza I was in the habit of dwelling on the contrast between her way of living and ours. We lived from "hand to mouth."
The music of the celebrated band which played between the dances recalled the chorus of spirits which charmed Faust: "And the fluttering Ribbons of drapery Cover the plains, Cover the bowers, Where lovers, Deep in thought, Give themselves for life." The voice of Mrs. Bliss broke its spell. "I bring an old friend, Miss Huell, and he tells me an acquaintance of yours." It was Mr. Uxbridge.
It seemed to me as if he were about to address the jury. I had dropped so entirely from my observance of the landscape that I jumped when he resumed the bridle and turned his horse to come back. I slipped from my seat to look among the bushes, determined that he should not recognize me; but my attempt was a failure he did not ride by the second time. "Miss Huell!"
He informed me that Miss Huell was very bad, and that the housekeeper was still in bed. I supposed that Aunt Eliza was in bed also, but I had hardly entered the house when I heard her bell ring as she only could ring it with an impatient jerk. "She wants hot milk," said James, "and the man has just come." I laid my bonnet down, and went to the kitchen.
I would not meet his eye again, however. "How long shall you remain, Uxbridge?" "I don't know. You are not interested in the lawsuit, Miss Huell?" he said, putting on his hat. "Not in the least; nothing of mine is involved." "We'll gain it for your portion yet, Miss Margaret," said Mr. Van Horn, nodding to Mr. Uxbridge, and bidding William drive on.
The two months I spent at Newport with Aunt Eliza Huell, who had been ordered to the sea-side for the benefit of her health, were the months that created all that is dramatic in my destiny. My aunt was troublesome, for she was not only out of health, but in a lawsuit.
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