"I will if I can. I am never sure of my movements, however."
"And you, dear Lizzie?"
"With the permission of my uncle and aunt; at any rate, I thank you for your kindness."
"Well, I shall expect you every one, and—"
"There comes the carriage," shouted Helen, as the liveried coach of the wealthy judge rolled round the corner, and drove up in front of the spacious school-building. "I knew my father would not forget me—yes, there is my brother."
The horses, thoroughly wet, looked dark and sleek as greyhounds, as they stood impatiently stamping the paving-stones, while a visible cloud of vapor rose from each distended nostril.
The coach door opened, and Emile Le Grande, with handsome, manly figure clad in a gray military suit, and equally handsome face, stepped out, and approached the group so impatiently watching the progress of the storm.
"Good morning, Miss Mordecai; I am happy that we meet again," said the gentleman, politely bowing.
"Thank you, sir; but your presence rather surprises us," replied
Leah.
"I trust, though, I am not an unwelcome intruder upon this fair group?"