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"Am I?" Grace said, laying her hand on heart, and moving towards the door. She paused in the act of opening it, and caught Eeny suddenly and passionately to her heart. "Eeny, my darling, before they come, tell me once more you will not let this new sister steal your heart entirely from me. Tell me you will love me still." "Always, Grace," said Eeny; "there the carriage has stopped!"
Grace, where is your brother stopping? At the hotel?" "No; at Monsieur le Curé's. He knows Father Francis. Eeny, do you hear that?" She started up, listening. Through the tempest of wind and rain, and the surging of the trees, they could hear carriage wheels rattling rapidly up to the house. "I hear it," said Eeny; "papa has come. O Grace, how pale you are!"
It would be an excellent thing for her; he is in a fair way of becoming a millionaire." A pang of the bitterest envy and mortification she had ever felt, pierced Rose Stanford's heart. Oh! what a miserable what an unfortunate creature she had been! She turned away, that her sister might not see her face, and Kate carelessly went on. "Eeny always liked him, I know.
"Doctor Danton?" repeated Agnes. "Yes. Oh, what am I saying! No, I don't know him." She sat down again, all pale and trembling, and scared. Doctor Frank was ringing the bell, and was out of sight. Eeny gazed at her exceedingly astonished. "What is the matter with you?" she reiterated. "What are you afraid of? Do you know Doctor Danton?"
Eeny younger, fresher, fairer, perhaps was to have him and the splendid position his wife must attain; and she was to be a miserable, poor, deserted wife all her days. I am afraid Mrs. Stanford was not properly thankful for her blessings that night.
She was the first to retire very early, looking pale and jaded to death. Half an hour later, Eeny followed her, and then Captain Danton pushed away the chess-board impatiently. He had been playing with the Doctor, and began pacing feverishly up and down the room. "What shall I do with her?" he exclaimed. "What shall I do to keep my darling girl from dying before my eyes?
The wintry crescent-moon was sailing slowly up, with the luminous evening star resplendent beside her, glittering on the whitened earth. "Pretty," said the Doctor; "very. Solemn, and still, and white! What dark fairy is that gliding round the fish-pond?" "That," said Eeny, "is Agnes Darling." "Who?" questioned Doctor Danton, suddenly and sharply. "Agnes Darling, our seamstress.
It all seemed so flat, and dead, and unsatisfying, and the old time and the old memories were back at her heart, until she almost went wild. She could see how Eeny and Grace looked a little afraid of her, and how differently they greeted her father; and how heartily and unaffectedly glad he was to be with them once more.
The sunset of a bright January day was turning the western windows of Danton Hall to sheets of beaten gold. The long, red lances of light pierced through the black trees, tinged the piled up snow-drifts, and made the low evening sky one blaze of crimson splendour. Eeny stood looking thoughtfully out at the gorgeous hues of the wintry sunset and the still landscape, where no living thing moved.
"Oh, Kate!" cried Eeny, in terror, "what shall we do?" "Let us go at once," said Kate, "those men are intoxicated." They started together over the fields, but the men's long strides gained upon them at every step. "I say, my dear," hiccoughed one, laying his big hand on Kate's shoulder, "you musn't run away, you know. By George! you're a pretty girl! give us a kiss!"
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