Free from courtship’s flatteries.
“By your truth she shall be true.
Ever true, as wives of yore;
And her ‘Yes’ once said to you
Shall be ‘Yes’ for evermore.”
When the hope of his heart was suddenly realized by the appearance of Cinthia at the door of the summer-house, he fairly gasped with joy and surprise as he sprung to meet her, exclaiming:
“Do my anxious eyes deceive me, or is it Miss Dawn?”
“You are not mistaken,” she answered, coldly, turning her eyes from Arthur, whose presence she had acknowledged by a slight and formal bow, and giving Frederick Foster her hand.
He clasped it eagerly, almost forgetting Madame Ray, who in her turn was greeting Arthur more cordially than Cinthia had done.
For something in the woman’s deep nature was touched to sympathy by the secret suffering evinced by his deathly pale face and troubled eyes.