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"Pray do not think that I am here to receive your decision, even if it be already made.I only came to inform you that your stepmother, Mrs.Starbottle, will be in town to-morrow, and will pass a few days at the hotel.If it is your wish to see her before you make up your mind, she will be glad to meet you.She does not, however, wish to do any thing to influence your judgment.""Does mother know she is coming?" said Carry hastily.

"I do not know," said Prince gravely."I only know, that, if you conclude to see Mrs.Starbottle, it will be with your mother's permission.Mrs.Starbottle will keep sacredly this part of the agreement, made ten years ago.But her health is very poor; and the change and country quiet of a few days may benefit her." Mr.

Prince bent his keen, bright eyes upon the young girl, and almost held his breath until she spoke again.

"Mother's coming up to-day or to-morrow," she said, looking up.

"Ah!" said Mr.Prince with a sweet and languid smile.

"Is Col.Starbottle here too?" asked Carry, after a pause.

"Col.Starbottle is dead.Your stepmother is again a widow.""Dead!" repeated Carry.

"Yes," replied Mr.Prince."Your step-mother has been singularly unfortunate in surviving her affections."Carry did not know what he meant, and looked so.Mr.Prince smiled re-assuringly.

Presently Carry began to whimper.

Mr.Prince softly stepped beside her chair.

"I am afraid," he said with a very peculiar light in his eye, and a singular dropping of the corners of his mustache,--"I am afraid you are taking this too deeply.It will be some days before you are called upon to make a decision.Let us talk of something else.Ihope you caught no cold last evening."

Carry's face shone out again in dimples.

"You must have thought us so queer! It was too bad to give you so much trouble.""None, whatever, I assure you.My sense of propriety," he added demurely, "which might have been outraged, had I been called upon to help three young ladies out of a schoolroom window at night, was deeply gratified at being able to assist them in again." The door-bell rang loudly, and Mr.Prince rose."Take your own time, and think well before you make your decision." But Carry's ear and attention were given to the sound of voices in the hall.At the same moment, the door was thrown open, and a servant announced, "Mrs.Tretherick and Mr.Robinson."The afternoon train had just shrieked out its usual indignant protest at stopping at Genoa at all, as Mr.Jack Prince entered the outskirts of the town, and drove towards his hotel.He was wearied and cynical.A drive of a dozen miles through unpicturesque outlying villages, past small economic farmhouses, and hideous villas that violated his fastidious taste, had, I fear, left that gentleman in a captious state of mind.He would have even avoided his taciturn landlord as he drove up to the door; but that functionary waylaid him on the steps."There's a lady in the sittin'-room, waitin' for ye." Mr.Prince hurried up stairs, and entered the room as Mrs.Starbottle flew towards him.

She had changed sadly in the last ten years.Her figure was wasted to half its size.The beautiful curves of her bust and shoulders were broken or inverted.The once full, rounded arm was shrunken in its sleeve; and the golden hoops that encircled her wan wrists almost slipped from her hands as her long, scant fingers closed convulsively around Jack's.Her cheek-bones were painted that afternoon with the hectic of fever: somewhere in the hollows of those cheeks were buried the dimples of long ago; but their graves were forgotten.Her lustrous eyes were still beautiful, though the orbits were deeper than before.Her mouth was still sweet, although the lips parted more easily over the little teeth, and even in breathing, and showed more of them than she was wont to do before.The glory of her blonde hair was still left: it was finer, more silken and ethereal, yet it failed even in its plenitude to cover the hollows of the blue-veined temples.

"Clara!" said Jack reproachfully.

"Oh, forgive me, Jack!" she said, falling into a chair, but still clinging to his hand, "forgive me, dear; but I could not wait longer.I should have died, Jack,--died before another night.

Bear with me a little longer (it will not be long), but let me stay.I may not see her, I know; I shall not speak to her: but it's so sweet to feel that I am at last near her, that I breathe the same air with my darling.I am better already, Jack, I am indeed.And you have seen her to-day? How did she look? What did she say? Tell me all, every thing, Jack.Was she beautiful? They say she is.Has she grown? Would you have known her again? Will she come, Jack? Perhaps she has been here already; perhaps," she had risen with tremulous excitement, and was glancing at the door,--"perhaps she is here now.Why don't you speak, Jack? Tell me all."The keen eyes that looked down into hers were glistening with an infinite tenderness that none, perhaps, but she would have deemed them capable of."Clara," he said gently and cheerily, "try and compose yourself.You are trembling now with the fatigue and excitement of your journey.I have seen Carry: she is well and beautiful.Let that suffice you now."His gentle firmness composed and calmed her now, as it had often done before.Stroking her thin hand, he said, after a pause, "Did Carry ever write to you?""Twice, thanking me for some presents.They were only school-girl letters," she added, nervously answering the interrogation of his eyes.