During the drive she talked on indifferent subjects, and as they went up to the dressing-room had the satisfaction of seeing that her protegee manifested no trepidation.  They arrived rather late, the company had assembled, and the rooms were quite full as Mrs. Murray entered; but Mrs. Inge met them at the threshold, and Mr. Leigh, who seemed on the watch, came forward at the same instant, and offered Edna his arm.

“Ah, Mrs. Murray!  I had almost abandoned the hope of seeing you.  Miss Edna, the set is just forming, and we must celebrate our birthday by having the first dance together.  Excuse you, indeed!  You presume upon my well-known good nature and generosity, but this evening I am privileged to be selfish.”

As he drew her into the middle of the room she noticed that he wore the flowers she had given him in the morning, and this, in conjunction with the curious scrutiny to which she was subjected, brought a sudden surge of color to her cheeks.  The dance commenced, and from one corner of the room Mr. Hammond looked eagerly at his two pupils, contrasting them with the gay groups that filled the brilliant apartment.

Edna’s slender, graceful figure was robed in white Swiss muslin, with a bertha of rich lace; and rose-colored ribbons formed the sash, and floated from her shoulders.  Her beautiful glossy hair was simply coiled in a large roll at the back of the head, and fastened with an ivory comb.  Scrutinizing the face lifted toward Mr. Leigh’s, while he talked to her, the pastor thought he had never seen a countenance half so eloquent and lovely.  Turning his gaze upon her partner, he was compelled to confess that though Gordon Leigh was the handsomest man in the room, no acute observer could look at the two and fail to discover that the blacksmith’s granddaughter was far superior to the petted brother of the aristocratic Mrs. Inge.  He was so much interested in watching the couple that he did not observe Mrs. Murray’s approach until she sat down beside him and whispered: 

“Are they not a handsome couple?”

“Gordon and Edna?”

“Yes.”

“Indeed they are!  I think that child’s face is the most attractive, the most fascinating I ever looked at.  There is such a rare combination of intelligence, holiness, strength and serenity in her countenance; such a calm, pure light shining in her splendid eyes; such a tender, loving look far down in their soft depths.”

“Child!  Why she is seventeen to-day.”  “No matter, Ellen; to me she will always seem a gentle, clinging, questioning child.  I look at her often when she is intent on her studies, and wonder how long her pure heart will reject the vanities and baubles that engross most women; how long mere abstract study will continue to charm her; and I tremble when I think of the future to which I know she is looking so eagerly.  Now, her emotional nature sleeps, her heart is at rest—­ slumbering also, she is all intellect at present—­giving her brain no relaxation.  Ah! if it could always be so.  But it will not!  There will come a time, I fear, when her fine mind and pure, warm heart will be arrayed against each other, will battle desperately, and one or the other must be subordinated.”