He had not the heart to prosecute his journey, nor to leave the spot, which held what was to him so dear.
Carl Obers attempted to combat his despondency; but observing how useless were his arguments, wisely allowed his grief to take its course.
There was one point, in which Delmé was decidedly wrong.
He could not bring himself, to communicate their loss to his sister.
Carl pressed this duty frequently on him, but was always met by the same reply.
"No! no! how can I inflict such a pang?"
It is possible the intelligence might have been very long in reaching England, had it not been for a providential circumstance, that occurred shortly after George's funeral.
A carriage, whose style and appointments bespoke it English, changed horses at the inn at Wallensee. The courier, while ordering the relays, had heard George's story; and touching his hat to the inmates of the vehicle, retailed it with natural pathos.
On hearing the name of Delmé, the lady was visibly affected. She was an old friend of the family; and as Melicent Dashwood, had known George as a boy.
It was not without emotion, that she heard of one so young, and to her so familiar, being thus prematurely called to his last account.