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In an instant I heard the foot of one who leaped on the Orpheus's quarter-deck, and then Andrew Drewett appeared, hat in hand, a face all smiles, eyes that told his tale as plain as any tongue could have uttered it, and such salutations as denoted the most perfect intimacy. Lucy took my arm involuntarily, and I could feel that she trembled.
Drewett coming aft at this instant, Lucy certainly did turn to her, and communicated a message, which it seems the lady in the Gull had earnestly requested her to deliver in passing. "And now," returned Mrs. Drewett, when Lucy had ceased, first civilly saluting me, "and now, my dear Lucy, we have something for you.
"You may be certain of one thing, boy, and that is, if Lucy be engaged, her affections are enlisted so conscientious a young woman would never marry without giving her heart with her hand. As for the fact, however, I know nothing, except by inference. I do suppose a mutual attachment to exist between her and Andrew Drewett." "Of course with good reason, sir.
"Some forty or fifty thousand dollars between them, all of which the brother must now inherit; and glad am I it falls to so good a fellow." "This is generous praise from you, Drewett; for I have heard this brother might prove your rival." "I had some such fears myself, once, I will confess," returned the other; "but they are all vanished.
Harrison; but the reader will judge of my surprise when Andrew Drewett entered the room. He was accompanied by the jailer, who held a letter in his hand, and who astounded me by saying "Captain Wallingford, I have instructions here to open the door for you bail has been entered." The jailer disappeared. "And this I owe to you, Mr. Drewett!"
I overheard the little dialogue which produced this explanation. "A close friend, if not a near relation, Miss Hardinge?" he observed, inquiringly. "Oh, yes," answered the smiling, weeping girl, with the undisguised truth of her honest nature "both friend and relative." "May I presume to ask the name?" "The name, Mr. Drewett!
"I suppose Miss Lucy Hardinge will get something by Mrs. Bradfort's death," observed Miss Jane, "and that she and Mr. Andrew Drewett will marry as soon as it shall become proper." Here was a speculation, for a man in my state of mind! The names were all right; some of the incidents, even, were probable, if not correct; yet, how could the facts be known to these comparative strangers?
Bradfort, much too precise to make any omissions, reminded us that we had not yet been honoured with Miss Lucy Hardinge's toast. Lucy had enjoyed plenty of time to reflect; and she bowed, paused a moment as if to summon resolution, and then mentioned "Mr. Andrew Drewett." So, then, Lucy Hardinge toasted this Mr.
"Grace Wallingford had merit beyond a question," added Rupert, "as has her brother, who is a good, honest fellow enough. When a boy, I was rather intimate with him." "The certain proof of his excellencies and virtues;" put in the stranger, laughing. "But, if a ward, there must be a fortune. I think I have heard these Wallingfords were richish." "Yes, that is just it richish" said Drewett.
As for myself, I was glad to take refuge in Rupert's hearty but less sentimental shake of the hand. After this, we all sought a seat, in a less public spot, and were soon sufficiently composed to converse. As for the gentleman named Drewett, he waited long enough to inquire of Lucy who I was, and then he had sufficient tact to wish us all good evening.
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