Zenobia and Hollingsworth went next, in close contiguity, but not with

arm in arm. Now, just when they had passed the impending bough of a

birch-tree, I plainly saw Zenobia take the hand of Hollingsworth in

both her own, press it to her bosom, and let it fall again!

The gesture was sudden, and full of passion; the impulse had evidently

taken her by surprise; it expressed all! Had Zenobia knelt before him,

or flung herself upon his breast, and gasped out, "I love you,

Hollingsworth!" I could not have been more certain of what it meant.

They then walked onward, as before. But, methought, as the declining

sun threw Zenobia's magnified shadow along the path, I beheld it

tremulous; and the delicate stem of the flower which she wore in her

hair was likewise responsive to her agitation.

Priscilla--through the medium of her eyes, at least could not possibly

have been aware of the gesture above described. Yet, at that instant,

I saw her droop. The buoyancy, which just before had been so

bird-like, was utterly departed; the life seemed to pass out of her,

and even the substance of her figure to grow thin and gray. I almost

imagined her a shadow, tiding gradually into the dimness of the wood.

Her pace became so slow that Hollingsworth and Zenobia passed by, and

I, without hastening my footsteps, overtook her.

"Come, Priscilla," said I, looking her intently in the face, which was

very pale and sorrowful, "we must make haste after our friends. Do you

feel suddenly ill? A moment ago, you flitted along so lightly that I

was comparing you to a bird. Now, on the contrary, it is as if you had

a heavy heart, and a very little strength to bear it with. Pray take my

arm!"

"No," said Priscilla, "I do not think it would help me. It is my

heart, as you say, that makes me heavy; and I know not why. Just now,

I felt very happy."

No doubt it was a kind of sacrilege in me to attempt to come within her

maidenly mystery; but, as she appeared to be tossed aside by her other

friends, or carelessly let fall, like a flower which they had done

with, I could not resist the impulse to take just one peep beneath her

folded petals.

"Zenobia and yourself are dear friends of late," I remarked. "At

first,--that first evening when you came to us,--she did not receive

you quite so warmly as might have been wished."

"I remember it," said Priscilla. "No wonder she hesitated to love me,

who was then a stranger to her, and a girl of no grace or beauty,--she

being herself so beautiful!"




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