“Time flies, Alfred,” said the Doctor.
Marion had stood apart, with her eyes fixed upon the ground; but this warning being given, her young lover brought her tenderly to where her sister stood, and gave her into her embrace.
“I have been telling Grace, dear Marion,” he said, “that you are her charge; my precious trust at parting. And when I come back and reclaim you, dearest, and the bright prospect of our married life lies stretched before us, it shall be one of our chief pleasures to consult how we can make Grace happy; how we can anticipate her wishes; how we can show our gratitude and love to her; how we can return her something of the debt she will have heaped upon us.”
The younger sister had one hand in his; the other rested on her sister’s neck. She looked into that sister’s eyes, so calm, serene, and cheerful, with a gaze in which affection, admiration, sorrow, wonder, almost veneration, were blended. She looked into that sister’s face, as if it were the face of some bright angel. Calm, serene, and cheerful, it looked back on her and on her lover.
“And when the time comes, as it must one day,” said Alfred,—“I wonder it has never come yet: but Grace knows best, for Grace is always right,—when she will want a friend to open her whole heart to, and to be to her something of what she has been to us,—then, Marion, how faithful we will prove, and what delight to us to know that she, our dear good sister, loves and is loved again, as we would have her!”
Still the younger sister looked into her eyes, and turned not—even towards him. And still those honest eyes looked back, so calm, serene, and cheerful, on herself and on her lover.
“And when all that is past, and we are old, and living (as we must!) together—close together; talking often of old times,” said Alfred—“these shall be our favorite times among them—this day most of all; and telling each other what we thought and felt, and hoped and feared, at parting; and how we couldn’t bear to say good bye”——
“Coach coming through the wood,” cried Britain.
“Yes! I am ready—and how we met again, so happily, in spite of all; we’ll make this day the happiest in all the year, and keep it as a treble birth-day. Shall we, dear?”
“Yes!” interposed the elder sister, eagerly, and with a radiant smile. “Yes! Alfred, don’t linger. There’s no time. Say good bye to Marion. And Heaven be with you!”