And to raise idols and to find them clay,
And to bewail that worship—therefore pray.—Hemans.
He came, even before be was expected. By some happy chance the train was in half an hour earlier than usual.
Old Mrs. Lyon had gone into the “study,” to have a chat with the judge.
Drusilla was alone in the drawing-room, when a cab dashed swiftly up to the street-door, the bell rang sharply, and was answered quickly; and there was a pleasant bustle of arrival in the hall, and Mr. Alexander burst into the drawing-room.
He looked not fatigued or travel-stained, but flushed and excited with exercise and anticipation.
With an irrepressible cry of joy, Drusilla sprung to meet him, and then suddenly recoiled, blushed and trembled between delight, timidity and embarrassment.
Alexander caught her hand, gazed in her face, and exclaimed:
“Why—Who are you? I ought to know. Your face seems familiar, and yet—Drusilla!” he suddenly cried, as he recognized and caught her up in his arms, and covered her face with kisses.
“Welcome! Oh, welcome!—I am so glad you have come at last!—I never was so happy in my life!” she tried to say, as she dropped her head upon his shoulder and wept with delight.