Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
She could remember this time last year, when Reginald and Rose, and Sir Ronald, and all were with them so many then, so few now; only herself and Eeny left. The memory of the past time came back with a dulled sense of pain and misery. She had suffered so much that the sense of suffering was blunted there was only a desolate aching of the heart when she thought of it now.
It was not the contrast between her handsome bedroom and downy pillows, and the comfortless little chamber she had slept in so long; it was not thought of her sister's goodness and generosity: it was the image of Eeny, in silk and jewels, the bride of Jules La Touche, the millionaire.
Every one was surprised, at luncheon, when Rose's departure was announced. None more so than Mr. Stanford. "It is just like Rose!" exclaimed Eeny; "she is everything by starts, and nothing long. Flying off to Quebec for a week, just as she is going to be married, with half her dresses unmade. It's absurd." The afternoon train for Montreal passed through St. Croix at three o'clock.
Draw it mild, Agnes, won't you. You have no idea how modest I am." He opened the front door and entered the hall as he spoke, followed by the two girls. The drawing-room door was ajar, but Eeny and her teacher were the only occupants of that palatial chamber. "Try the dining-room," suggested Kate; "it is near dinner-hour; we will find some one there."
Stanford beside Kate, Lord Ellerton listening politely to Rose, and Doctor Frank with Eeny, never found time flying, and were surprised to discover it was almost midnight. The guests departed, "the lights were fled, the garlands dead, and the banquet-hall deserted" by everybody but Reginald Stanford and Captain Danton. They were alone in the long, dimly-lighted drawing-room.
Miss Kate Danton may be an angel incarnate, but she can never drive you quite out of my heart. Grace, how old is Kate?" "Twenty years old." "And Harry was three years older?" "Yes." "Grace, I wonder who Mr. Richards is?" "So do I." "Did Ogden say nothing about him?" "Not a word." "Will you write to Rose?" "I shall not have time. I wish you would write, Eeny.
Eeny and Rose went heart and soul into the delightful fuss, all new to them, but Kate took little interest in it. She was Sir Ronald's very good friend still, and, like Mrs. Micawber, never deserted him. Captain Danton hid his diminished head in his study, in Mr. Richard's rooms, or took refuge with the Curé from the hubbub. The eventful night at last came round, clear, cold, and near Christmas.
Grace's brown velvet bonnet, brown silk dress, and seal jacket were not exactly the prescribed attire for a bride; but with the hazel hair, smooth and shining, and the hazel eyes full of happy light, Grace looked very sweet and fair. Eeny, in pale silk and a pretty hat with a long white plume, looked fair as a lily and happy as a queen, and very proud of her post of bride-maid.
He pressed the little plump hand, and Rose's rosy cheeks took a deeper dye; but she only said, "Good-bye," and walked away to the piano, and played a waltz. Eeny was the only one who expressed regret, and gave his hand a friendly shake. "I am sorry you are going," she said. "Come back soon, Doctor Frank."
"The name has a familiar sound; but I don't think I know your seamstress. Go and play me a waltz, Eeny." There was no getting anything out of Doctor Danton which he did not choose to tell. Eeny knew that, and went over to the piano, a little provoked at the mystery they made of it.
Word Of The Day