"Oh! is it you, Aunt Matty?" she exclaimed, trying to laugh and seem more at ease.
"I believe so," was my answer; "I have every reason to suppose that I am that person, and very tired into the bargain."
"You look fatigued," she said, with her usual kindness; "do go up-stairs and lie down before dinner."
"Now, my dear, you know I am never guilty of that weakness."
"I forgot."
"How could you? I am astonished—when you know how much I pride myself on regular habits and a systematic disposal of my time!"
She laughed a little at my nonsense, which was the thing I desired; for it pained me greatly to see her look so weary and disconsolate.
"At all events, you will sit down, I suppose," she said, running into the hall and bringing out a chair. "Your rigid principles do not prevent that!"
"Thank you, my dear. I am happy to say they do not."
I seated myself, really glad of an opportunity to rest; for now that excitement had passed, I was astonished to find myself worn out in body and mind. The mere walk could never have produced that sensation—I was too much accustomed to out-door exercise for any fine lady feebleness of that kind; but my interview with Bosworth and his friends, the sight of Mrs. Dennison and Mr. Lawrence in the wood, together with Lottie's revelations, had so worked upon my mind, that I had no strength left.