CHAPTER III.
"THE MORE HASTE THE WORSE SPEED."
"Learn to win a lady's faith
Nobly, as the thing is high;
Bravely, as for life and death—
With a loyal gravity.
Lead her from the festive boards,
Point her to the starry skies,
Guard her, by your truthful words,
Pure from courtship's flatteries."
"Mr. Henry Lennox." Margaret had been thinking of him only a moment before, and remembering his inquiry into her probable occupations at home. It was "parler du soleil et l'on en voit les rayons;" and the brightness of the sun came over Margaret's face as she put down her board, and went forward to shake hands with him. "Tell mamma, Sarah," said she. "Mamma and I want to ask you so many questions about Edith; I am so much obliged to you for coming."
"Did not I say that I should?" asked he, in a lower tone than that in which she had spoken.
"But I heard of you so far away in the Highlands that I never thought Hampshire could come in."
"Oh!" said he, more lightly, "our young couple
