any way the least desire for a renewal of their acquaintance, Hyde was sure his heart would have instantly responded.  As it was, they had met and parted in a moment, and every circumstance had been against him.  For it was the most natural thing in life, that he should, after his cousin’s interview with Washington, stoop to her words with delight and interest; and it was equally natural for Cornelia to put the construction on his attentions which every one else did.  Then being angry at her apparent indifference, he made these attentions still more prominent; and Cornelia heard on every hand the confirmation of her own suspicions:  “They are to be married at Easter.  What a delightful little creature!”

“They have loved each other all their lives.”

“The Earl is delighted with the marriage.”

“He is the most devoted of lovers.”

And there was not a word of dissent from this opinion until pretty Sally McKean said, “A fig for your prophecies!  George Hyde has loved and galloped away a score of times.  I would not pay any more attention to his proposals and promises, than I would pay to the wind that blows where it listeth; here to-day, and somewhere else to-morrow.”

To all these speculations Cornelia forced herself to listen with a calm unalterable; and Hyde and Annie watched her from a distance.  “So that is the marvellous beauty!” said Annie.

“Is she not marvellously beautiful?” asked Hyde.

“Yes.  I will say that much.  But why did she look at you with so much of reproach?  What have you done to her?”

“That is it.  What have I done?  Or left undone?”

“Who is the gentleman with her?”

“I know not.  She has many relatives here; wealthy Quakers, and some of them doubtless of the new order, who do not disdain the frivolity of fine clothing.”

“Indeed, I assure you the Quakers were ever nice in their taste for silks and velvets and laces.  The man is handsome enough even to be her escort.  And to judge by appearances he is her devoted servant.  Will you regard them, cousin?”

“I do.  Alas, I see nothing else!  She is more lovely then ever.”

“She is wonderfully dressed.  That gown of pale blue and silver would make any woman look like an angel?-but indeed she is lovely beyond comparison.  There are none like her in this room.  It will be a thousand pities if you lose her.”

“I shall be inconsolable.”

“You may have another opportunity even tonight.  I see that my aunt is approaching with a young lady, if you do not wish to make a new acquaintance, go and try to meet Cornelia again.”

“Thank you, Annie.  You can tell me what I have missed afterwards.”

He wandered through the parlours speaking to one and another but ever on the watch for Cornelia.  He saw her no more that night.  She had withdrawn as soon as possible after meeting Hyde, and he was so miserably disappointed, so angry at the unpropitious circumstances which had dominated their casual meeting, that he hardly spoke to anyone as they returned home; and was indeed so little interested in other affairs that he forgot until the next day to ask Annie whose acquaintance he had rather palpably refused.