In Kamtchatka--Well, there is no knowing
what may happen to me then."
"But I'm engaged to be married to Mr. Annesley."
"You told me something of that before."
"But it's all fixed. Mamma will tell you. It's to be this day fortnight.
If you'd only stay and come as one of my friends."
Surely such a proposition as this is the unkindest that any young lady
can make; but we believe that it is made not unfrequently. In the
present case it received no reply.
Mr. Anderson took up his hat and rushed to the door. Then he returned
for a moment. "God bless you, Miss Mountjoy!" he said. "In spite of the
cruelty of that suggestion, I must bid God bless you." And then he was
gone. About a week afterward M. Grascour appeared upon the scene with
precisely the same intention. He, too, retained in his memory a most
vivid recollection of the young lady and her charms. He had heard that
Captain Scarborough had inherited Tretton, and had been informed that it
was not probable that Miss Florence Mountjoy would marry her cousin. He
was somewhat confused in his ideas, and thought, that were he now to
re-appear on the scene there might still be a chance for him. There was
no lover more unlike Mr. Anderson than M. Grascour. Not even for
Florence Mountjoy, not even to own her, would he go to Kamtchatka; and
were he not to see her he would simply go back to Brussels.
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