Bressant

This agreeable prophecy, being confined solely to Cornelia's thoughts,

was naturally inaudible to Mrs. Vanderplanck. She murmured something

about her doctor having prescribed medicine to be taken at that hour,

and then, the medicine appearing to have an immediate and salutary

effect, she found her color and her voice again, and took up the

conversation.

"Shocking! oh, shocking! so sad for the poor young man--no

father--no--no mother there to care for him. He it an orphan, is he

not?--no relatives, I suppose--no one who belongs to him, poor boy!

Dear, dear!--but he's not fatally injured, is he?--not fatally?"

"Oh, no," replied Cornelia, whose opinion of Aunt Margaret's character

was much improved by this evidently sincere sympathy in the suffering of

some one she had never seen--"oh, no; papa says he'll be all well in

three months."

"And he's staying at your house, and under your dear father's care?"

"Yes, he is now. Before his accident he was boarding at Abbie's, down in

the village. She would have been very kind to him, of course, but I

suppose he'd rather be at our house, because papa can always be at

hand."

While Cornelia was delivering this into the black ear-trumpet, she

turned her eyes away from Aunt Margaret's face, being in truth somewhat

embarrassed at talking so much about the man who had her heart.

Consequently she did not observe the expression which crossed her

companion's face at her mention of the modest name of the boarding-house

keeper. Her features seemed to contract and sharpen, and there was

positively a glitter in her watery eyes, seemingly mingled of

consternation, astonishment, and hatred. In another moment the

expression had passed away, or was softened into one of nervous alarm

and anxiety; and even this, when she spoke, was wellnigh effaced.

"Certainly--yes, certainly! your dear father--what a wise man he is!

he has such a profound knowledge of medicine and surgery--all those

things--so prudent, so careful! Still, a woman is a treasure, you

know--a good, sensible, efficient woman is a host--oh, yes, in a

sick-room. This boarding-house keeper, now--she's just such a person, I

dare say--elderly, sober, experienced--a married woman, probably, with

a large family, no doubt? Abbie, Abbie! what did you say her last name

was, my love?"

Cornelia was so much amused at the idea of Abbie's being a married

woman with a large family that she did not observe how Aunt Margaret,

awaiting her answer, was all in a tremble. If she had not been laughing,

she could scarcely have helped seeing how the ear-trumpet shook as it

was presented to her.

"Oh, no," said she, "she's not married, Aunt Margaret--at least not now,

though I believe she's a widow, or something of that kind, you know--and

she hasn't any children at all! As to her other name, I don't know it,

and I believe hardly any one does. You see, she's one of that queer sort

of people; she's very quiet, and always grave, and nobody knows much

about her, except that she's very good, and has lived in the village for

twenty years and more. I believe, though, papa has met her before, or

knows something about her in some way; but he never says any thing to us

on the subject."