Chapter IV.
We scarcely spoke at breakfast next morning. De Vere was cold and haughty, and I — what cared I for him, or a thousand umbrellas ? Was there not always Emily ? Ah, Emily ! (I could write a beautiful rhapsody here, but space forbids). I lunched with the Moppins.- There waa something odd about the family, and Jane appeared to watch her sister in a way which I thought quite inconsistent with good breeding.
" Where's your friend ?" asked Mrs. Moppin, as well as her three teeth would allow her.
I frowned — or knitted my brow, as a novelist would say. " I don't know — looking for his umbrella, I think."
" Looking for his umbrella !" This was in chorus from mamma, papa, and Jane. Emily seemed — dear girl! — not to care a fig for De Vere or his umbrella.
" Has he lost it ?" asked old Moppin, anxiously.
I was tired of De Vere, and answered, shortly : " Yes — two." " Two !" Again there was a chorus ; but no further questions on the subject were asked, and at last Emily and I were left alone together. Heaven ! — Rapture ! — Bliss ! Our hearts, I found, beat in unison — my sentiments were returned. " Oh, Love ! — Oh, Fire !" as the Laureate says ; but no words can express my feelings : let me draw a veil over them.
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Tuapeka Times, Volume III, Issue 182, 3 August 1871, Page 7
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