"Nothing," said he: then crossing the room to his sister, he whispered,
"Emma, you are avenged!"
She shuddered and did not answer.
CHAPTER XIX.
The next day brought a pleasing change to the current of Emma's thoughts. She was walking slowly under the old trees on the lawn, and was not aware of any one's approach until an arm was suddenly clasped round her waist, and she found herself obliged to submit to several very unceremonious kisses from her lover, who had contrived as usual thus unexpectedly to meet her.
"How you do startle one," cried she struggling to release herself. "I will have you indicted for assault."
"Tears, Emma," said he looking at her attentively; "what are those red eyes for?"
"You had better not ask questions," replied she, "lest you should hear unpleasant truths."
"But I will ask questions, and you must answer me!" said he earnestly; "I cannot let you cry without knowing the reason."
"But suppose there is none, what then?" suggested she playfully.