Wives and daughters : an every-day story . uld notgive, or would not take. Just then, for the lovers had emergedfrom the shrubbery into comparatively public life, Maria was seenapproaching; apparently she had feminine tact enough to induceCynthia to leave her present admirer, and to go a few steps to meether to receive the whispered message that Mr. Eoger Hamley Avasthere, and wished to speak to her. Eoger could see her startledgesture ; she turned back to say something to Mr. Henderson beforecoming towards the house. Now Eoger spoke to Molly—spokehurriedly, spoke hoarsely. Molly, tell me ! Is
Wives and daughters : an every-day story . uld notgive, or would not take. Just then, for the lovers had emergedfrom the shrubbery into comparatively public life, Maria was seenapproaching; apparently she had feminine tact enough to induceCynthia to leave her present admirer, and to go a few steps to meether to receive the whispered message that Mr. Eoger Hamley Avasthere, and wished to speak to her. Eoger could see her startledgesture ; she turned back to say something to Mr. Henderson beforecoming towards the house. Now Eoger spoke to Molly—spokehurriedly, spoke hoarsely. Molly, tell me ! Is it too late for me to speak to Cynthia ?I came on purpose. Who is that man? Sir. Henderson. He only came to-day—but now he is heraccepted lover. Oh, Eoger, forgive me the pain ! Tell her I have been, and am gone. Send out word to let her be interrupted. And Eoger ran downstairs at full speed, and Molly heard thepassionate clang of the outer door. He had hardly left the housebefore Cynthia entered the room, pale and Ctnthia-s Last OFF WITU THE OLD LOVE, AND ON WITH THE NEW. 279 Where is he? she said, looking around, as if he might yetbe hidden. Gone ! said Molly, very faint. Gone. Oh, what a relief! It seems to be my fate neverto be off with the old lover before I am on with the new, andyet I did write as decidedly as I could. Why, Molly, whats thematter ? for now ]\Iolly had fainted away utterly. Cynthia flewto the bell, summoned IMaria, water, salts, wine, anything ; and assoon as IMoUy, gasping and miserable, became conscious again, shewrote a little pencil-note to Mr. Henderson, bidding him return tothe George, whence he had come in the morning, and saying thatif he obeyed her at once, he might be alloAved to call again in theevening, otherwise she would not see him till the next day. Thisshe sent down by Maria, and the unlucky man never believed butthat it was Miss Gibsons sudden indisposition in the first instancethat had deprived him of his
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