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jeweled hands she had rested lightly for an instant upon the young girl's
shoulder, while gazing steadily into the smiling, blushing, sparkling
face. "You haven't been planning and promising to give Adelaide and me a
nephew older than ourselves? I tell you, miss, I refuse my consent. Why,
it's absurd! the very idea! I used to think him almost an elderly
gentleman when you were a chit of eight or nine."

"I remember having had some such idea myself; but he must have been
growing young since then," returned Elsie, demurely.

"He seems to have been standing still (waiting for you, I suppose); but I
never was more astonished in my life!" said Lora, dropping into a chair.

"It has been a genuine surprise to us all," remarked Rose.

"To me as much as anyone, mamma," said Elsie. "I--had thought he was
engaged to you, Aunt Adie."

"To _me_, child!"

"Why, my dear, I surely told you about her engagement to my brother
Edward?" exclaimed Adelaide and Rose simultaneously.

"You tried, mamma, and it was all my own fault that I did not hear the
whole truth. And, Aunt Adie, I cannot understand how he could ever fancy
me, while he might have hoped there was a possibility of winning you."

"'Twould have been a much more suitable match," said Lora. "Though I'd
have preferred the one in contemplation, except that in the other case,
she would not be carried quite away from us. But suppose we proceed to
business. We should have a double wedding, I think."

"Oh, don't talk of it yet," said Rose, with a slight tremble in her voice,
and looking at Elsie's flushed, conscious face with eyes full of unshed
tears. "Adelaide's is to be within the next two months, and--we cannot
give up Elsie so suddenly."

"Of course not," said Adelaide; "and I should have serious objections to
being used as a foil to Elsie's youth and beauty."

The Howards and Mr. Travilla stayed to tea, and shortly before that meal
the party was increased by the arrival of Walter Dinsmore and Mrs. Dick
Percival.

Enna had lost flesh and color; and long indulgence of a fretful, peevish
temper had drawn down the corners of her mouth, lined her forehead, and
left its ugly pencilings here and there over the once pretty face, so that
it already began to look old and care-worn. She was very gayly dressed, in
the height of the fashion, and rather overloaded with jewelry; but powder
and rouge could not altogether conceal the ravages of discontent and
passion. She was cons