“Exactly as I thought when I set out on the adventure which led to that eventful night. But you were about to say something, Ella.”
“I was only going to say that things never look so well to me as when I have some place to go to, and see them on the way. But the adventure.”
“O, I set out without knowing whither I was going, though I found something so like a moral before I was through with it, that my story would be nothing without it.”
“That may be, but you will not tell it in the same way.”
“No, for I know well enough where it leads to, and my only fear now is, that incidents on the way will not seem interesting enough to make it worth the telling.”
“Leave that to us, Linda; and now for the adventure.”
“You remember what a time I had with Madam Irving, three or four years ago; you were here, Fanny, and you, Miss Revere—you remember, of course.”
“When you ran away from school and frightened Madam Irving almost to death, and were so glad to get back again?” said Fanny.
“Well, I will not dispute you.”
“But do not look so resigned about it. If you could only have seen the contrast between yourself leaving the school room with the air of Queen Catharine leaving the court, and your first appearance on the morning after your return!”