Now it so happened that Widow Langford possessed a shrewdness and penetration of character, which we sometimes find in persons of her class, but which was in her case so combined, from long residence in Mr. Hamilton’s family, with a delicacy and refinement, that she generally kept her remarks very much more secret than persons in her sphere of life usually do.  It was fortunate for our poor Emmeline that it was so, for the widow had chanced to be an unseen witness of Arthur’s impassioned farewell.  She heard the concluding words of both, marked the despairing glance of Arthur, the deadly paleness of her dear Miss Emmeline, and connecting these facts with previous observations, she immediately imagined the truth; and with that kindness to which we have alluded, she retreated and lingered at a neighbour’s till she thought her young lady had had sufficient time to recover her composure, instead of acting as most people would have done, hastened up to her, under the idea she was about to faint, and by intrusive solicitations, and yet more intrusive sympathy in such a matter, betrayed that her secret had been discovered.

Mrs. Langford shrunk from acting thus, although this was not the first time she had suspected the truth.  She knew Emmeline’s character well, and doted on her with all the affection a very warm heart could bestow.  Having been head nurse in Mrs. Hamilton’s family from Herbert’s birth, she loved them all as her nurslings, but Emmeline’s very delicate health when a baby, appeared to have rendered her the good woman’s especial favourite.

At the time of Caroline’s marriage, Miss Emmeline’s future prospects were, of course, the theme of the servants’ hall; some of whom thought it not at all improbable, that as Miss Hamilton had become a countess, Miss Emmeline might one day be a marchioness, perhaps even a duchess.  Now Widow Langford thought differently, though she kept her own counsel and remained silent.  Miss Emmeline, she fancied, would be very much happier in a more humble sphere, and settled down quietly near Oakwood, than were she to marry some great lord, who would compel her to live amidst the wear and tear of a gay and fashionable life.  Arthur Myrvin chanced to be a very great favourite of the widow’s, and if he could but get a richer living, and become rather more steady in his character, and if Miss Emmeline really loved him, as somehow she fancied she did, why it would not only be a very pretty, but a very happy match, she was quite sure.

The good widow was, however, very careful not in the least to betray to her young lady that she had been a witness of their parting; for, after an expression of pleasure at seeing her there, an exclamation of surprise and regret at her pale cheeks, she at once branched off into a variety of indifferent subjects concerning the village, topics in which she knew Emmeline was interested, and concluded with—­

“And so our young curate is, indeed, going to start for Exeter to-night, in the Totness mail.  I am so very sorry, though I do not dare say so to any of my uncharitable neighbours.  I did not think he would go so soon, poor dear Mr. Myrvin.”