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"Ha! there is his formidable rival, and seemingly his friend," whispered Mrs. Elmsley, in the ear of Maria "handsome fellows, both of them, so much so, that were I single, like you, I should have some difficulty in choosing between them." As she uttered these words, a sharp and unaccountable pang, sudden and fleeting as electricity, shot through the frame of her friend.
Had I and Sibylla remained apart for life, separated as wide as the two poles, it is not Mary Elmsley whom I should have made my wife. It is more than probable that my choice would have pleased you only in a degree more than it does now." The jealous ears of Lady Verner detected an undercurrent of meaning in the words.
"How foolish of me not to have thought of that before! How utterly stupid to ask that which I ought to have known myself; but enough, Elmsley. I abandon the scheme altogether. You shall never incur that risk for me."
"It seems to me," said her husband, who was taking his meal with the appetite of any other than a hungry man, and even with a shade of vexation on his features, "that you all appear to be very much in the dark here. Why, Margaret, have you not heard what has occurred during the night, as well as this morning?" "How should I have heard any thing, George?" replied Mrs. Elmsley.
Elmsley, where her mother and herself had once more been visitors for the last few days. Here they separated to meet again in the evening Ronayne directing his attention to his various duties, and looking out at intervals for his young Indian friend. It was night.
Elmsley; we must not offend those of the Indian tribes that are disposed to be friendly toward us, for no one knows how soon we may require their aid.
"All in good time," remarked Mrs. Elmsley. "I dare say, Ronayne is engaged in some duty which has prevented him from keeping his engagement as punctually as he could have desired. We shall certainly see him before the breakfast things are removed."
Nor was she at all re-assured by the tone of commiseration in which, after drawing a chair to her side, and affectionately pressing her hand, he inquired after her own and her mother's health. "Why, George," said Mrs. Elmsley, who remarked this change in her friend, and in some degree divined the cause, "where are Mr. Ronayne and the doctor?
However, dearest girl, I shall see him soon, and make him promise to be present this evening at the nuptials of his friend and sister. Nay, if I had not engaged Elmsley, I should insist on his being my bridesman." The only notice taken of this sally was a faint smile from his companion, who now descended with him from the rampart and proceeded to the apartments of Mrs.
Here were collected several of the women of the company, and among them Mrs. Elmsley, who had come down to meet and welcome those for whose reception she had made every provision the hurried notice she had received would permit.
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