Emmeline was distressed to find her friend looking less cheerful than usual. Indeed, she appeared decidedly low-spirited.
“I hope you are not troubling yourself about my unworthy cousin Charles,” said Emmeline.
“I wish I could cease to think of him,” replied Mildred, with a sigh. “I have tried, but in vain.”
“You must think of him no more, dearest girl,” said Emmeline.
Mildred looked at her anxiously.
“What is it? Don't keep me in suspense!” she cried.
“He is engaged to Mrs. Calverley,” replied Emmeline.
Mildred became white as death.
“Engaged to her!” she ejaculated. “Oh, this is too much!”
She would have fallen if Emmeline had not caught her.