'Oh, Mr. Tom, we are going to America! Shall you be sorry?'
'Very sorry,' said Tom, as the little hand was confidingly thrust into his.
'I should not mind it, if you were coming too, Mr. Tom!'
'What, to play at French billiards?'
'No, indeed! To find objects for the microscope. I shall save all the objects I meet, and send them home in a letter.'
'An alligator or two, or a branch of the Mississippi,' said Tom, in a young man's absent way of half-answering a pet child; but the reply so struck Ella's fancy, that, springing through the open French window, she cried, 'Oh, Ave, Ave, here is Mr. Tom saying I am to send him a branch of the Mississippi in a letter, as an object for his microscope!'
'I beg your pardon,' said Tom, shocked at Averil's nervous start, and still more shocked at her appearance. She looked like one shattered by long and severe illness; her eyes were restless and distressed, her hair thrust back as if it oppressed her temples, her manner startled and over-wrought, her hand hot and unsteady—her whole air that of one totally unequal to the task before her. He apologized for having taken her by surprise, and asked for her brother. She answered, that he was busy at Mr. Bramshaw's, and she did not know when he would come in. But still Tom lingered; he could not bear to leave her to exertions beyond her strength. 'You are tiring yourself,' he said; 'can I do nothing to help you?'
'No, no, thank you; I am only looking over things. Minna is helping me, and I am making an inventory.'
'Then you must let me be of use to you. You must be as quiet as possible. You need rest.'
'I can't rest; I'm better busy!' she said hastily, with quick, aimless, bustling movements.