"O Lord of hosts, blessed is the man that trusteth in thee!"
"That is true, surely," she thought. "And I do trust in him I am blessed, I am happy, come what may. He will let nothing come to those that trust in him but what is good for them; if he is my God, I have enough to make me happy I ought to be happy I will be happy! I will trust him, and take what he gives me, and try to leave, as John used to tell me, my affairs in his hand."
For a minute tears flowed; then they were wiped away; and the smile she gave Mr. Lindsay when she met him in the hall, was not less bright than usual.
The company were gathered, but it was still early in the evening when a gentleman came, who declined to enter the drawing-room, and asked for Miss Lindsay.
"Miss Lindsay is engaged."
"An' what for suld ye say sae, Mr. Porterfield?" cried the voice of the housekeeper, who was passing in the hall, "when ye ken as weel as I do that Miss Ellen "
The butler stopped her with saying something about "my lady," and repeated his answer to the gentleman.
The latter wrote a word or two on a card which he drew from his pocket, and desired him to carry it to Miss Ellen. He carried it to Lady Keith.
"What sort of a person, Porterfield?" said Lady Keith, crumpling the paper in her fingers; and withdrawing a little from the company.
"Uncommon fine gentleman, my lady," Porterfield answered in a low tone.