"Mr. Benson!" I exclaimed in a glad voice, for at the time I only felt my old respect for him. His manner was very cordial; and I could not but acknowledge that he was greatly improved by his travels. But as he grew more free, I became more embarrassed, and as he walked by my side leading his horse, I began to wonder what I should do with him. He took great notice of Pauline, in whom he was formerly much interested. He had not yet inquired for sister, and I determined to give him no chance. "I am surprised," I said, "to see you on horse-back." "I was always fond of the exercise, and I have almost lived on the backs of horses, or rather mules and camels for the last five years." "But _now_," said I, hesitating, meaning without his wife. His countenance brightened with a smile, as he said, "You will find me very little changed in my tastes. I am just the same man." I blushed with indignation, and wanted to say, "no, you are very much altered, for you are a married man." "Where is your wife?" I asked, after a pause. He started and looked me full in the face. Seeing I still waited for an answer, he said, "I did not understand you." "Where is _Mrs._ Benson?" I repeated. For an instant he looked terribly stern. Then recovering himself, and evidently forcing a laugh, said, "that is a question far easier to ask than to answer." I made no reply, but looked at him in astonishment. Seeing me very serious, he said, "I fear you are laboring under a mistake, and are giving me more than is my due. I have not the happiness to be a married man." I'm sure, I can't tell whether I screamed, or not; I know I felt like it. "And aren't you about to be married to Miss Karswell, from the South?" I asked eagerly. He bit his lips as he smiled and looked down, but presently said, "I have not even that honor." "And not to"--I checked myself in much confusion. "Dear Mrs. Lenox," said he, taking my hand, "I see you are the same kind friend as ever," and bowing adieu he sprang upon his horse and rode away, looking back to send his regards to my husband. I had not time or presence of mind to invite him to call. But as soon as we were in our own grounds, I flew along the walks, up the steps into the library, hoping Frank had returned. I must tell somebody. Fortunately he was there. I ran across the room, and began to caress him so convulsively that he started up to see what could have happened. "Why, Cora, you're all in a heat. What excites you so?" "Wait till I can get my breath," said I, "Oh, Frank! I'm so glad! Mr. Benson isn't married!" "But where is Miss Karswell from the South?" said he sternly. "You need not look so grave, I _don't care_ where she is; only I know he is neither married nor engaged to her." "How do you know?" he inquired in a doubting tone. "Because I asked him, and he told me so."