In the clear eye and blushing cheek,
The hues that play
O'er rosy lips, and brow of snow.
Ah! where are they?"
"I have seen nothing of all this in Pauline, but there's no such thing as calculating all the intricacies of a woman's heart. I've given up ever since Emily's labyrinthian course in refusing a man whom she dearly loved."
"Perhaps she had no idea of such a termination to his introduction to the family; and probably is not aware of the state of her own feelings."
I determined, however, to sound her upon the subject before I met Eugene again. During the evening, I made an excuse for calling her to my room, that I would read her Joseph's letter, after which I desired some conversation with her. "Here comes Frank's proof," I said to myself as a rosy hue mantled to her very brow; but she immediately said, she would run to her room for her crotcheting, and then return.
"I don't know," said I, when she had taken her seat, "as you remember much of your cousin; you have not seen him for a number of years."
"Oh, yes, mamma! don't you recollect the visit he made us before he came to France?"
"I had indeed forgotten it, my love; but he is soon to be here," and I read her the letter. She said nothing, and I proceeded to talk of Eugene. She raised her eyes at once, as if much interested. "You have now had sufficient opportunity to become acquainted with him; are you still pleased that he is to be one of us?"