"Except that I am more suitably clothed," she said.
And she was entirely right, for her present dress was feminine, and extremely becoming.
Dickory did not wish to say anything more on this subject, and so he remarked: "I have just arrived at the town, and I came directly here."
Lucilla blushed again.
"This is my old home," added Dickory.
"But you knew we were here?" she asked, with a hesitating look of inquiry.
"Oh, yes," said he, "I knew that the house had been let to your father."
Now she changed colour twice—first red, then white. "Are you," she said, "I mean ... the other, is she—"
"I left her in Jamaica," said Dickory, "but I am going to marry her."
For a moment the rim of her hat got between the sun and her face, and one could not decide very well whether her countenance was red or white.