unusual cheerfulness was super-diffused, it resembled a tempestuous little pool into which a great stone has been cast.
"Guess who 's come," said she, going up to the piano, which Lizzie was carelessly fingering, and putting her hands on the young girl's shoulders. "Just guess!"
Lizzie looked up.
"Jack," she half gasped.
"Oh, dear, no, not that! How stupid of me! I mean Mr. Bruce, your Leatherborough admirer."
"Mr. Bruce! Mr. Bruce!" said Lizzie. "Really?"
"True as I live. He 's come to bring his sister to the Water-Cure. I met them at the post-office."
Lizzie felt a strange sensation of good news. Her finger-tips were on fire. She was deaf to her companion's rattling chronicle. She broke into the midst of it with a fragment of some triumphant, jubilant melody. The keys rang beneath her flashing hands. And then she suddenly stopped, and Miss Cooper, who was taking off her bonnet at the mirror, saw that her face was covered with a burning flush.
That evening, Mr. Bruce presented himself at Doctor Cooper's, with whom he had a slight acquaintance. To Lizzie he was infinitely courteous and tender. He assured her, in very pretty terms, of his profound sympathy with her in her cousin's danger, — her cousin he still called him, — and it seemed to Lizzie that until that moment no one had begun to be kind. And then he began to rebuke her, playfully and in excellent taste, for her pale cheeks.
"Is n't it dreadful?" said Miss Cooper. "She looks like a ghost. I guess she 's in love."
"He must be a good-for-nothing lover to make his mistress look so sad. If I were you, I 'd give him up, Miss Crowe."
"I did n't know I looked sad," said Lizzie.
"You don't now," said Miss Cooper.
"You 're smiling and blushing. A'n't she blushing, Mr. Bruce?"
"I think Miss Crowe has no more than her natural color," said Bruce, dropping his eye-glass. What have you been doing all this while since we parted?"
"All this while? it 's only six weeks. I don't know. Nothing. What have you?"
"I 've been doing nothing, too. It 's hard work."
"Have you been to any more parties?"
"Not one."
"Any more sleigh-rides?"
"Yes. I took one more dreary drive all alone, — over that same road, you know. And I stopped at the farm-house again, and saw the old woman we had the talk with. She remembered us, and asked me what had become of the young lady who was with me before. I told her you were gone home, but that I hoped soon to go and see you. So she sent you her love" —
"Oh, how nice!" exclaimed Lizzie.
"Was n't it? And then she made a certain little speech; I won't repeat it, or we shall have Miss Cooper talking about your blushes again."
"I know," cried the lady in question: "she said she was very" —
"Very what?" said Lizzie.
"Very h-a-n-d — what every one says."
"Very handy?" asked Lizzie. "I 'm sure no one ever said that."
"Of course," said Bruce; "and I answered what every one answers."
"Have you seen Mrs. Littlefield lately?"
"Several times. I called on her the day before I left town, to see if she had any messages for you."
"Oh, thank you! I hope she 's well."
"Oh, she 's as jolly as ever. She sent you her love, and hoped you would come back to Leatherborough very soon again. I told her, that, however it might be with the first message, the second should be a joint one from both of us."
"You 're very kind. I should like very much to go again. — Do you like Mrs. Littlefield? "
"Like her? Yes. Don't you? She's thought a very pleasing woman."
