“So it appears.”
“And did you know nothing of it until now?”
“Nothing.”
“Nothing? It seems like a piece of romance. How did he know that you had offered them for sale?”
“I cannot tell, Evie. Heaven, I suppose, sent him word. From me he had no intimation of our design to part with them.”
“The good are doubly blessed. You deserve all this, and more, Eunie,” said Eveline, with affectionate warmth.
“Yes, Evie, the good are doubly blessed,” returned Eunice, caressing her. “The offer to sell this beautiful pin was the dictate of your own generous love for our father, and is rewarded. It is restored to you again.”
And she took up the pin and handed it to her sister; but Eveline shrunk back, saying,
“No, Eunice; it is not mine; you forget that it belongs to your husband.”
The countenance of the young bride fell, and for a moment she experienced a feeling of disappointment. But the voice of one who had entered with, but unperceived by them, dispelled instantly this shadow.