This speech was accompanied by a glance, that told me the Captain did not expect my company upon his next voyage.
I proudly fancied that Lenore interpreted it, in the same sense as I had done: for the blush that broke over her beautiful cheeks, while adding bloom, at the same time led me to believe that my remaining in London would be consonant with her wishes.
Volume Three—Chapter Thirty One.
A Child of Nature.
One morning as I sat in my room, impatiently waiting for the hour when I could call upon Lenore; and pondering over the events of my past life—especially that latest one that had given such a happy turn to it—I was informed by Mrs Nagger that a lady was downstairs, who wished to see me.
“What is the ladylike?” I inquired, still thinking of Lenore.
“Like an angel in some great trouble,” replied Mrs Nagger; “and more’s the pity! sir, for she’s a very nice young lady, I’m sure.”
“Did she give any name?”