And, with this rather feminine mode of stating the case, she darted into the dusky, fire-lighted parlor, from whence, unseen, she could reconnoitre the hall. Mr. Stanhope was just saying:
Mrs. Kemble took the note and after a moment ejaculated: "Well, thank the Lord! it isn't about Hobart."
"I must, Helen."
"That's another thing which I can't help."
"Yes, indeed I will, Miss Lottie, as soon as we are opposite that grate fire of yours."
As his mind grew clearer, his keen observation began to reveal hopeful indications. She was listening intently with approval, and something more in her expression, he dared to fancy. Suddenly he exclaimed, "How changed you are for the better, Clara! You are lovelier to-night than ever you were. What is it in your face that is so sweet and bewildering? You were a pretty girl before; now you are a beautiful woman."
"It's mine yet, anyhow."