“Yes; are he and Mrs. Goodwin at home, can you tell me?”
“They are, ma'am, but you may as well go back again; you'll have no luck this day.”
“Why so?”
“Why, bekaise you won't; didn't you meet me? Who ever has luck that meets me? Nobody ought to know that betther than yourself, for, by all accounts, you're tarred wid the same stick.”
“Foolish woman,” replied Mrs. Lindsay, “how is it in your power to prevent me?”
“No matther,” replied the woman; “go an; but mark my words, you'll have your journey for nuttin', whatever it is. Indeed, if I turned back three steps wid you it might be otherwise, but you refused to cross my hand, so you must take your luck,” and with a frightful glance from the eye aforesaid, she passed on.
As she drove up to Mr. Goodwin's residence she was met on the steps of the hall-door by that kind-hearted gentleman and his wife, and received with a feeling of gratification which the good people could not disguise.
“I suppose,” said Mrs. Lindsay, after they had got seated in the drawing-room, “that you are surprised to see me here?”
“We are delighted, say, Mrs. Lindsay,” replied Mr. Goodwin—“delighted. Why should ill-will come between neighbors and friends without any just cause on either side? That property—”
“O, don't talk about that,” replied Mrs. Lindsay; “I didn't come to speak about it; let everything connected with it be forgotten; and as proof that I wish it should be so, I came here to-day to renew the intimacy that should subsist between us.”