We are very likely
to meet occasionally."
"And am I not to see you as well as my brother?" asked Lydia, in a low
voice.
"Do you really wish to see me?"
"Can you wonder that I do so--for the sake of old times. We are friends
of long standing, remember, Mr. Dale."
"Yes," answered Douglas, with marked gravity. "We have known each other
for a long time."
Captain Graham entered the room at this moment.
"The carriage which is to take us to Frimley is ready, Lydia," he said;
"your trunks are all on the roof, and you have only to wish Mr. Dale
good-bye."
"A very sad farewell," murmured Miss Graham. "I can only trust that we
may meet again under happier circumstances."
"I trust we may," replied Douglas, earnestly.
Miss Graham was bonneted and cloaked for the journey. She had dressed
herself entirely in black, in respectful regard of the melancholy
circumstances attending her departure. Nor did she forget that the
sombre hue was peculiarly becoming to her. She wore a dress of black
silk, a voluminous cloak of black velvet trimmed with sables, and a
fashionable bonnet of the same material, with a drooping feather.
Douglas conducted his guests to the carriage, and saw Miss Graham
comfortably seated, with her shawls and travelling-bags on the seat
opposite.
It was with a glance of mournful tenderness that Miss Graham uttered
her final adieu; but there was no responsive glance in the eyes of
Douglas Dale.
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