It was not so dark as to prevent me from seeing the expression of Mr.
Delafield’s face, and I fancied the proposition did not altogether
please him. She evidently thought so too, for rather pettishly she
added, “but if you wish to be rid of me, of course I’ll go.”
“Ada! How foolish!” he said, sternly. “I’ve often heard you express a
desire to spend a winter in New Orleans, and now that an opportunity is
presented, I think you had better accept it. I shall be there a part of
the time, perhaps all,” he added; and then _I_ turned away lest _my_
face should betray what was passing within.
“And will you go with me to Mobile?” Ada asked of him, as a child would
ask her father.
“Certainly,” he answered; “I do not propose letting you go alone. But
how is that side? I’d almost forgotten to ask.”
“It has pained me a good deal,” said she, “but Martha dressed it nicely
this afternoon, and it feels much better. I’m so glad you made me apply
it, now the worst is over, for I believe it will do me good!”
She spoke with every appearance of candor, and much as it surprised him,
Mr. Delafield was, I thought, partially, if not wholly, convinced that
what she said was true, and that he had suspected her of more than she
deserved; for his manner towards her changed, and as if trying to make
amends, he devoted himself to her entirely for the remainder of the
evening, telling her where they would go when they were in New Orleans,
and laying many plans for her pleasure. Once in his zeal he
thoughtlessly threw his arm around her waist, but she instantly shrank
back, saying, “don’t—don’t—you hurt!”
This convinced him thoroughly, and I slept and woke twice that night ere
the sound of their voices ceased upon the piazza, where their long
interview was kept in countenance by Mrs. Lansing, who sat up until he
left, and then patting Ada’s cheek, told her she thought “her prospects
were brightening.”
I thought so, too, and there was a shadow on my heart, when I saw how
much they were together during the few weeks which elapsed before her
departure for Mobile. It is true he was still kind to me as of old; and
whenever he found that Ada, by word or look, had slighted me, he always
managed to let her know how much he disapproved her conduct, so that in
his presence she was usually polite, though she could not quite conceal
the fact that I was to her an object of dislike.
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