"Not at all."
"What! not with that voice?" exclaimed the young man, in surprise.
"Not with this voice, and surely with no other."
Seymour felt uneasy, and, perhaps, disappointed. He did not seem to have roused a single sensation in the breast of his companion, and it was seldom that the elegant possessor of three hundred thousand dollars failed to do so, wherever he went, or whatever he did. But, in the present instance, there was nothing to be discerned in the countenance or manner of Charlotte that indicated any thing more than the sweetness of her nature and the polish of her breeding. He changed the subject.
"I hope your friend did not suffer yesterday from his humanity?"
"I sincerely hope so too," said Charlotte, with much simplicity, and yet with a good deal of feeling.
"I am fearful that we idle spectators," continued the gentleman, "suffered in your estimation, in not discovering equal benevolence with Mr. Morton."
Charlotte glanced her mild eyes at the speaker, but made no reply.
"Your silence, Miss Henly, assures me of the truth of my conjecture."
"You should never put a disagreeable construction on the acts of another," said Charlotte, with a sweetness that tended greatly to dissipate the mortification Mr. Delafield really felt, at the same time that he was unwilling to acknowledge it, even to himself.