But, fortunately for his embarrassment, the domestic just then announced
dinner, and Mrs. Macon said,--
"Henry, will you give your arm to madame? And you, Mr. Glendenning, to
Miss Olmstead; I will do myself the honor of walking in with Professor
Grandet; and I'm sure Morton will be happy to escort his better half, as
I suppose a twin sister may be called."
As they passed through the hall, Sara's escort said in a low tone,--
"I have heard of your sorrows and your joys through my good aunt. Tell
me one thing, is your life any happier, broader, better, amid these new
surroundings?"
"Yes," said Sara, "I believe it is; and yet, sometimes my very soul is
sick for the sight and sound of the sea, and for the roughest greeting
from one of our good old weather-beaten fishermen at home."
"I am glad that is so. You are too loyal to forget easily; but still you
would not go back, would you?"
"No, never;" smiling up into his face. "There is no plan for going back
in my life; only for going forward."
He smiled in return, but the bustle of taking their seats prevented any
answer. When all was quiet again, Sara had time to notice that she had
been placed where she could observe every motion of her hostess, and
even as the thought crossed her mind, she caught that lady's eye and a
telegraphic glance passed between them.
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