Therefore during the half-hour's ride her spirits rose with the
rapid motion, and even the leaden sky and winter's bleakness could
not prevent the shifting landscape from being a source of pleasure
to her city eyes, while the devotion of her admirer or lover was
received as a matter of course.
The frosty air brought color into her companion's usually pale
face, but not of an attractive kind, for the north-east wind that
deepened the vermilion in the beauty's cheek could only tinge that
of the other with a ghastly blue. The delicate creature shivered
and sighed.
"I wish we were there."
"Really, Bel, I sometimes think your veins are filled with water
instead of blood. It's not cold to-day, is it, Mr. De Forrest?"
"Well, all I can say with certainty," he replied, "is that I have
been in a glow for the last two hours. I thought it was chilly
before that."
"You are near to 'glory' then," cried the boy saucily, from his
perch on the driver's box.
"Of course I am," said Mr. De Forrest in a low tone, and leaning
towards the maiden.
"You are both nearer being silly," she replied, pettishly. "Dan,
behave yourself, and speak when you are spoken to."
The boy announced his independence of sisterly control by beginning
to whistle, and the young lady addressed as "Bel" remarked, "Mr.
De Forrest is no judge of the weather under the circumstances. He
doubtless regards the day as bright and serene. But he was evidently
a correct judge up to the time he joined you, Lottie."
"He joined you as much as he did me."
"O, pardon me; yes, I believe I was present."
"I hope I have failed in no act of politeness, Miss Bel," said De
Forrest, a little stiffly.
"I have no complaints to make. Indeed, I have fared well, considering
that one is sometimes worse than a crowd."
"Nonsense!" said Lottie, petulantly; and the young man tried not
to appear annoyed.
The sleigh now dashed in between rustic gate-posts composed of rough
pillars of granite; and proceeding along an avenue that sometimes
skirted a wooded ravine, and again wound through picturesque groupings
of evergreens, they soon reached a mansion of considerable size,
which bore evidence of greater age than is usual with the homes in
our new world.
They had hardly crossed the threshold into the hall before they
were hospitably welcomed by a widowed lady, whose hair was slightly
tinged with gray, and by her eldest daughter.
The greetings were so cordial as to indicate ties of blood, and
the guests were shown to their rooms, and told to prepare for an
early dinner.
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