That young lady was standing at the window, refusing to
be comforted by her friend Fanny--who had given her the pigeon, it
will be remembered--and obstinately bent on proving to herself that
she was the most wretched young lady who had ever existed.
Meanwhile Miss Lavinia continued her way, gazing in a dignified
attitude from the window of her carriage. Just as she reached the
bottom of the hill, what was her horror to perceive a cavalier
approach from the opposite direction--an elegant cavalier, mounted on
a shaggy horse, and followed by a long-eared hound--in whose richly
clad person she recognized the whilom forest boy.
Miss Lavinia held up both her hands, and uttered an exclamation of
horror.
As to Verty, he passed rapidly, with a fascinating smile, saying, as
he disappeared:--
"I hope you gave my love to Redbud, Miss Lavinia!"
Miss Lavinia could only gasp.
CHAPTER XIX.
ONLY A FEW TEARS.
The theories of Miss Lavinia upon life and matrimony had so much truth
in them, in spite of the address and peculiarities of the opinions
upon which they were based, that Redbud was compelled to acknowledge
their justness; and, as a consequence of this acknowledgment, to shape
her future demeanor toward the young man in conformity with the advice
of her mentor.
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