"We heard," said I, joining them, "that he was married to your cousin from the South."
He laughed heartily, as he said, "it is not Virginia's fault that the report is not true, for she would gladly have given herself and her fortune into the bargain. I have often wondered why he did not take her, instead of settling down in such a tame place as Waverley."
Emily's eyes sparkled as she replied, "Mr. Benson is a clergyman, and no place is tame to him where there are souls to be saved."
Young Karswell gazed at her with admiration, as if he would willingly make her angry to see her light up so again. But he only said, "Mr. Benson is not a marrying man. I don't believe he has it in him to fall in love. During all our travels, though we met with scores of beautiful ladies, I never saw him pay them anything beyond the attention politeness required."
Emily involuntarily let her work fall from her hands, but instantly recovered herself, and redoubled her diligence.
"By the way," continued Mr. Karswell, "is Mr. Benson always as cheerful as he was yesterday?"
I thought he was speaking in irony, and made no reply.
"Because," he added, "he is generally the most reserved man I ever met. I used to think myself very witty if I could succeed in making him laugh; but when he did, it was just like lightning in a thunder cloud. Sister Gertrude was always raving about his beautiful mouth."
I left Emily to entertain the gentleman and returned to my babies. It was a full hour before I saw him riding out of the yard.
Tuesday, September 8th.