“Yes, father, when Mrs. Tracy could not go.”
“I thought so. Who is he? What is he? What is his name—this Edward?”
Poor Lucy, how she tried not to blush, and yet what a glow instantly suffused the tell-tale countenance she averted from the scrutinizing glance of her father.
“His name is Bartine—Edward Bartine—he is a very fine young man, father—every body loves him.”
“Hum!”
“All the girls loved him, just like a brother.”
“And you loved him just like a brother, I suppose.”
“Sir.”
“Hum—well go on—what was this very fine young man doing at a young ladies’ boarding-school?”
“He only came up from New Haven to pass a few months with Mrs. Tracy, and to pursue his studies with Dr. Heber—he is going back to college very soon, I suppose.”