But
that one glance made her think that the hours which had elapsed since she
saw him had not been serene to him any more than to her.
When he entered the parlor, his face was glad and bright. He went up in a
frank, rejoicing way to Mrs. Browne; who was evidently rather puzzled
how to receive him--whether as Maggie's betrothed, or as the son of the
greatest man of her acquaintance.
"I am sure, sir," said she, "we are all very much obliged to you for the
honor you have done our family!"
He looked rather perplexed as to the nature of the honor which he had
conferred without knowing it; but as the light dawned upon him, he made
answer in a frank, merry way, which was yet full of respect for his future
mother-in-law:
"And I am sure I am truly grateful for the honor one of your family has
done me."
When Nancy brought in tea she was dressed in her fine-weather Sunday gown;
the first time it had ever been worn out of church, and the walk to and
fro.
After tea, Frank asked Maggie if she would walk out with him; and
accordingly they climbed the Fell-Lane and went out upon the moors, which
seemed vast and boundless as their love.
"Have you told your father?" asked Maggie; a dim anxiety lurking in her
heart.
"Yes," said Frank. He did not go on; and she feared to ask, although she
longed to know, how Mr. Buxton had received the intelligence.
"What did he say?" at length she inquired.
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