But, tell me," she
concluded, with an archness of expression that caused
the long-lashed eyes of her companion to sink beneath
her own, "are you quite sincere in your own case? I know
how deeply you love your father and your brothers, but
do these alone occupy your attention? Is there not a
certain friend of Charles whom you have some little
curiosity to see also?"
"How silly, Madeline!" and the cheek of the young girl
became suffused with a deeper glow; "you know I have
never seen this friend of my brother, how then can I
possibly feel more than the most ordinary interest in
him? I am disposed to like him, certainly, for the mere
reason that Charles does; but this is all."
"Well, Clara, I will not pretend to decide; but certain
it is, this is the last letter you received from Charles,
and that it contains the strongest recommendations of
his friend to your notice. Equally certain is it, that
scarcely a day has passed, since we have been shut up
here, that you have not perused and re-perused it half
a dozen times. Now, as I am confessedly one who should
know something of these matters, I must be suffered to
pronounce these are strong symptoms, to say the very
least.
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