Evelyn and I were sitting together at the window with our work, when the man started for the village with the post-bag. Evelyn watched it out of sight, and then turned to me with a sorrowful face:
"Poor Donald!" she said. "What will he say when he gets it?"
It was the first time that she had mentioned her cousin that day.
I begged her to try not to think of what he would say, but to feel very thankful that she had done what was right, and could now look her father in the face with a happy heart.
It must have been, I think, two days after this that, as Evelyn was lying on the sofa reading, and I was sitting beside her writing a letter, we heard a carriage coming quickly up the avenue.
"A carriage!" said Evelyn. "I wonder who is coming! Just look-out, May."
I went to the window, but I did not know the carriage at all, and as it came nearer I saw that it was a hired one, and that there was one gentleman inside.
"Can you see who it is?" Evelyn asked.
"I can see him, Evelyn," I said, "but I do not know who it is; it is no one that I have ever seen before. I think he wants Sir William; he and Ambrose have come out upon the drive together, and Ambrose is pointing in various directions. There! He has sent the carriage away; he is evidently going to stay!"
"This is quite exciting!" said Evelyn, laughing. "I must come and look."