Beverly was, in countenance and manner, curiously like his sister, except that the features were bolder and more strongly marked.  Arthur, on the contrary, was delicate in feature almost to effeminacy.  His brow was pale and lofty, and above the auburn locks were massed like a golden coronet.  His eyes were very large and blue, with a peculiar softness and sadness that suited well the expression of thoughtfulness and repose about his lips.  He was taller than his friend, and although well-formed and graceful, was slim and evidently not in robust health.  His voice, as he spoke in acknowledgment of the introduction, was low and musical, but touched with a mournfulness that was apparent even in the few words of conventional courtesy that he pronounced.

Having thus domiciliated them comfortably in the old hall, we will leave them to recover from the fatigues of the journey, and to taste of the plentiful hospitalities of Riverside manor.

CHAPTER II.

Early in the fresh April morning, the party at Riverside manor were congregated in the hall, doing full justice to Aunt Nancy’s substantial breakfast.

“Oriana,” said Beverly, as he paused from demolishing a well-buttered batter cake, and handed his cup for a second supply of the fragrant Mocha, “I will leave it to your savoir faire to transform our friend Arthur into a thorough southerner, before we yield him back to his Green Mountains.  He is already half a convert to our institutions, and will give you not half so much trouble as that obstinate Harold Hare.”

She slightly colored at the name, but quietly remarked: 

“Mr. Wayne must look about him and judge from his own observation, not my arguments.  I certainly do not intend to annoy him during his visit, with political discussions.”

“And yet you drove Harold wild with your flaming harangues, and gave him more logic in an afternoon ride than he had ever been bored with in Cambridge in a month.”

“Only when he provoked and invited the assault,” she replied, smiling.  “But I trust, Mr. Wayne, that the cloud which is gathering above our country will not darken the sunshine of your visit at Riverside manor.  It is unfortunate that you should have come at an unpropitious moment, when we cannot promise you that perhaps there will not be some cold looks here and there among the townsfolk, to give you a false impression of a Virginia welcome.”

“Not at all, Oriana; Arthur will have smiles and welcome enough here at the manor house to make him proof against all the hard looks in Richmond.  I prevailed on him to come at all hazards, and we are bound to have a good time and don’t want you to discourage us; eh, Arthur?”

“I am but little of a politician, Miss Weems,” said Arthur, “although I take our country’s differences much at heart.  I shall surely not provoke discussion with you, like our friend Harold, upon an unpleasant subject, while you give me carte blanche to enjoy your conversation upon themes more congenial to my nature.”