CHAPTER XXXVI.
WEALTH versus LOVE.
Eva Van Arsdel was seated in her apartment in all that tremulous flush of happiness and hope, that confusion of feeling, which a young girl experiences when she thinks that the great crisis of her life has been past, and her destiny happily decided.
"Yes, yes," she said to herself, "I like him, I like him; and I am going to like him, no matter what mamma, or Aunt Maria, or all the world say. I'll stand by him through life and death."
At this moment her mother came into the room.
"Dear me! Eva, child, not gone to bed yet! Why, what's the matter? how flushed your cheeks are! Why, you look really feverish."
"Do I?" said Eva, hardly knowing what she was saying. "Well, I suppose that is becoming, at any rate."