To such heartless scandal, we must leave Mrs. Villars and her daughters; but reluctantly, most reluctantly, for we feel that they were intended for something better.
[CHAPTER] XII.
Who would not have an eye
To see the sun, where others see a cloud,
A frame so vernal, as in spite of snow,
To think it genial summer all year round;
I do not know the fool, would not be such
A man.
Sheridan Knowles.
Once again we must change the scene, and, for the last time, take a peep at the lovely village of Aston.
Two months had passed since the events recorded in the last chapter; and one busy year had gone its round since the time of Captain Clair's first visit to the rectory. He was now fully established there, with his cheerful little wife.
Miss Ware shook her head when she first heard of this intended arrangement; but no one approved of it more highly than she did now; for all the winning little graces, which had made Lucy the admired coquette of the ball-room, used, with a higher motive, made her the pet and pride of the home into which she had been adopted.
Miss Ware was perpetually discovering something new to love in her, which she always prided herself in being the first to perceive—nor did Arthur Clair ever seem disposed to contradict her—too glad to see his wife admired and loved.