Henrietta drew back, pale and frowning, carrying her hand to her heart. "Hope for nothing!" she said.
At this moment, little Tom Wilkes reappeared, issuing from the drawing-room window. "Aunt Henrietta," he cried, "here's a new gentleman!"
Miss Congreve and Philip turned about, and saw a young man step out upon the verandah from the drawing-room. Henrietta, with a little cry, hastened to meet him. Philip stood in his place. Miss Congreve exchanged a cordial greeting with the stranger, and led him down to the lawn. As she came toward him, Philip saw that Henrietta's pallor had made way for a rosy flush. She was beautiful.
"Mr. Osborne," she said, "Mr. Holland."
Mr. Holland bowed graciously; but Philip bowed not at all. "Good-by, then," he said, to the young girl.
She bowed, without speaking.
"Who's your friend, Henrietta?" asked her companion, when they were alone.
"He's a Mr. Osborne, of New York," said Miss Congreve; "a friend of poor Mr. Graham."
"By the way, I suppose you've heard of poor Graham's death."
"Oh, yes; Mr. Osborne told me. And, indeed—what do you think? Mr. Graham wrote to me that he expected to die."
"Expected? Is that what he said?"
"I don't remember his words. I destroyed the letter."
"I must say, I think it would have been in better taste not to write."
"Taste! He had long since parted company with taste."
"I don't know. There was a method in his madness; and, as a rule, when a man kills himself, he shouldn't send out circulars.
"Kills himself? Good heavens, George! what do you mean?" Miss Congreve had turned pale, and stood looking at her companion with eyes dilated with horror.
"Why, my dear Henrietta," said the young man, "excuse my abruptness. Didn't you know it?"
"How strange—how fearful!" said Henrietta, slowly. "I wish I had kept his letter."
"I'm glad you didn't," said Holland. "It's a horrible business. Forget it."
"Horrible—horrible," murmured the young girl, in a tremulous tone. Her voice was shaken with irrepressible tears. Poor girl! in the space of five minutes, she had been three times surprised. She gave way to her emotion and burst into sobs. George Holland drew her against him, and pressed his arm about her, and kissed her, and whispered comfort in her ear.
In the evening, Philip started for New York. On the steamer, he found Mrs. Dodd, who had come to an end of her visit. She was accompanied by a certain Major Dodd, of the Army, a brother of her deceased husband, and in addition, as it happened, her cousin. He was an unmarried man, a good-natured man, and a very kind friend to his sister-in-law, who had no family of her own, and who was in a position to be grateful for the services of a gentleman. In spite of a general impression to the contrary, I may affirm that the Major had no desire to make his little services a matter of course. "I'm related to Maria twice over already," he had been known to say, in a moment of expansion. "If I ever marry, I shall
