"Pray don't be foolish, Katherine. I am of a serious turn this morning,

that is all. How pretty you are! and how vastly becoming your gown! But,

indeed, I am going to ask you to change it. Yesterday, at the 'King's

Arms,' I said my sister would arrive this morning with me; and I bespoke

a little cotillon in Dick's rooms. In that dress you will be too

familiar, my dear. See here, is not this the prettiest fashion? It is

lately come over. So airy! so French! so all that!"

It was a light-blue gown and petticoat of rich satin, sprigged with

silver, and a manteau of dark-blue velvet trimmed with bands of delicate

fur. The bonnet was not one which the present generation would call

"lovely;" but, in its satin depths, Katharine's fresh, sweet face

looked like a rose. She hardly knew herself when the toilet was

completed; and, during its progress, Mrs. Gordon recovered all her

animation and interest.

Before they were ready, a coach was in waiting; and in a few minutes

they stood together at Hyde's door. There was a sound of voices within;

and, when they entered, Katherine saw, with a pang of disappointment, a

fine, soldierly looking man in full uniform sitting by Richard's side.

But Richard appeared to be in no way annoyed by his company. He was

looking much better, and wore a chamber gown of maroon satin, with deep

laces showing at the wrists and bosom. When Katherine entered, he was

amazed and charmed with her appearance. "Come near to me, my Katherine,"

he said; and as Mrs. Gordon drew from her shoulders the mantle, and from

her head the bonnet, and revealed more perfectly her beautiful person

and dress, his love and admiration were beyond words.

With an air that plainly said, "This is the maiden for whom I fought and

have suffered: is she not worthy of my devotion?" he introduced her to

his friend, Captain Earle. But, even as they spoke, Earle joined Mrs.

Gordon, at a call from her; and Katherine noticed that a door near which

they stood was open, and that they went into the room to which it led,

and that other voices then blended with theirs. But these things were

as nothing. She was with her lover, alone for a moment with him; and

Richard had never before seemed to her half so dear or half so

fascinating.

"My Katharine," he said, "I have one tormenting thought. Night and day

it consumes me like a fever. I hear that Neil Semple is well. Yesterday

Captain Earle met him; he was walking with your father. He will be

visiting at your house very soon. He will see you; he will speak to you.

You have such obliging manners, he may even clasp this hand, my hand.

Heavens! I am but a man, and I find myself unable to endure the

thought."




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