The colonel bowed gracefully, and the dowager dropped a hasty courtesy at the commencement of the speech; but lower bend followed the closing remark, and a glance of the eye was thrown in quest of her daughters, as if she instinctively wished to bring them into what the sailors term “the line of battle.”

Chapter IX.

The following morning, Emily and Grace, declining the invitation to join the colonel and John in their usual rides, walked to the rectory, accompanied by Mrs. Wilson and Chatterton.  The ladies felt a desire to witness the happiness that they so well knew reigned in the rectory, for Francis had promised his father to drive Clara over in the course of the day.  Emily longed to see Clara, from whom it appeared that she had been already separated a month.  Her impatience as they approached the house hurried her ahead of her companions, who waited the more sober gait of Mrs. Wilson.  She entered the parlor at the rectory without meeting any one, glowing with exercise, her hair falling over her shoulders, released from the confinement of the hat she had thrown down hastily as she reached the door.  In the room there stood a gentleman in deep black, with his back towards the entrance, intent on a book, and she naturally concluded it was Francis.

“Where is dear Clara, Frank?” cried the beautiful girl, faying her hand affectionately on his shoulder.

The gentleman turned suddenly, and presented to her astonished gaze the well remembered countenance of the young man whose parent’s death was not likely to be forgotten at B——.

“I thought, sir,” said Emily, almost sinking with confusion, “that Mr. Francis Ives—­”

“Your brother ’has not yet arrived, Miss Moseley,” simply replied the stranger, who felt for her embarrassment.  “But I will immediately acquaint Mrs. Ives with your visit.”  Bowing, he delicately left the room.

Emily, who felt greatly relieved by his manner, immediately confined her hair in its proper bounds, and had recovered her composure by the time her aunt and friends joined her.  She had not time to mention the incident, and laughed at her own precipitation, when the rector’s wife came into the room.

Chatterton and his sister were both known to Mrs. Ives, and both were favorites.  She was pleased to see them, and after reproaching the brother with compelling her son to ask a favor of a comparative stranger, she turned to Emily, and smilingly said—­

“You found the parlor occupied, I believe?”

“Yes,” said Emily, laughing and blushing, “I suppose Mr. Denbigh told you of my heedlessness.”