“And tell Leo to have my horse at the door in half an hour,” added Alick.
“You are not going out on such a day as this, dear Alick,” she said.
“Yes, I am. It is that horrid business. Now, Drusilla, my little woman, do try to be cheerful and don’t vex me by looking that way,” he said, as he saw her grave face.
“I am only sorry, dear, that you have to leave home in such weather, that is all,” she answered, as she turned and busied herself with pouring out the coffee that was just then set upon the table.
And he ate his breakfast in haste, dressed in haste and then mounted his horse and hurried off to town.
The snow continued to fall and the day passed very heavily with the poor young wife. Still her thought was for her husband.
“Oh, what a night he will have to come home in,” she said to herself again and again, as she saw that the weather grew worse and worse as the day waned later and later.
At length towards evening she could keep her anxiety to herself no longer, and she said to her maid:
“Oh, Pina, what a night for Mr. Lyon to ride home in!”
“Indeed, ma’am, I don’t think he will come at all.”