Barbara spoke of the danger from which she had been rescued, very simply
and without effort, but her face beamed with gratitude, and her lips
quivered as she smiled upon him. Norman had scarcely counted his efforts
that day as an act of heroism, but now he began to value the deed.
Surely it was something to have saved a woman like that. He watched the
changes of her countenance as she spoke with singular interest, and
began to wish in the depths of his heart that she might be in danger
again--not such terrible peril of course as he had witnessed in the
boat, but enough to justify some grand action in her behalf.
He did not say these things; indeed there was little real conversation
between them, yet there was no absolute constraint such as might
naturally fall upon the first meeting of persons so far removed from
each other in years, and in the scenes of their lives. On the contrary,
the broken sentences and pauses of silence were filled up with a world
of pleasant sensations; the youth wondered at his own happiness, and the
lady forgot her sorrow. Within the last half-hour she seemed no longer
alone in the world. All this time the wheel went droning on, and the
thread lengthened; a human hand was spinning at one end of the room, and
destiny at the other.
At last, Norman remembered his errand, and repeated Lady Phipps's
invitation; coupled with a message from the governor, who, on leaving
home for a few days, had delegated to the young secretary the pleasant
task of urging his hospitality upon the lady who had interested them all
so much.
Norman thought that the lady grew more reserved and pale as he delivered
the first portion of this message; but when he mentioned the absence of
the governor, she brightened up and accepted the invitation with
something like excitement.
Lady Phipps had sent a carriage for her guest, but Barbara refused the
accommodation. She would walk along the beach: the day was so bright,
the sea breeze so invigorating, and the distance by no means too great
for a well-educated Englishwoman. The carriage might take such portions
of her wardrobe as were necessary, but she preferred to walk. So the two
went away together, depressed a little, no one could tell why; but
Barbara's first excitement had something restive in it, and the sadness
that followed made her thoughtful, and kept the youth silent.
They came upon the shore, opposite the breakers in which she had been so
nearly wrecked. Some fragments of the broken boat were visible, ploughed
deeply in the sand. By these alone she recognized the spot again. The
harbor was serene as a mountain lake, one sheet of glittering silver
swelling gently to the rising tide. She looked wistfully seaward a
while, and turned away, sighing heavily, and murmured, with downcast
eyes, "Oh, if they had not been so kind!"
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