"No doubt Reddy loved you;
indeed, at the risk of deeming to flatter you, Mr. Verty--though I
never flatter--I must say, that it would have been very extraordinary
if Reddy had _not_ fallen in love with you, as you are so smart and
handsome. Recollect this is not flattery. I was going on to say, that
Reddy _must_ have loved you, but that does not show that she loves you
now. We cannot compress our sentiments; and Diana, Mr. Verty, the god
of love, throws his darts when we are not looking--ah!"
Which last word of Miss Sallianna's speech represents a sigh she
uttered, as, after the manner of Diana, she darted a fatal arrow from
her eyes, at Verty. It did not slay him, however, and he only murmured
wofully,
"Do you mean Reddy has changed, then, ma'am? Oh, what will become of
me--what shall I do!"
Miss Sallianna threw a glance, so much more languishing than the
former, upon her companion, that had his heart not been wrapped in
Redbud, it certainly would have been pierced.
"Follow her example," simpered Miss Sallianna, looking down with
blushing cheeks, and picking at her fan with an air of girlish
innocence.
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