Henry Carroll, who had not before been aware of her presence, was, as
may be supposed, astonished at this meeting. In her sable dress and
melancholy aspect he read the sad affliction which had befallen her in
the death of her father. Their eyes met, and exchanged warmer greetings
than their words could have done. A sad smile--the smile of
pleasure--rested upon her beautiful features, as they interchanged
salutations. Her pale cheek was slightly crimsoned with a tell-tale
blush. Her fluttering heart refused to retain its secret.
Henry expressed his grief at the melancholy event which had shrouded her
in the weeds of mourning,--not in words alone, but his sorrow for the
death of a kind friend was more eloquently told in his countenance.
Jaspar was chagrined at this meeting, and his awkward attempts to be
civil to Henry were entire failures. This was an event for which he was
not prepared,--the consequences of which filled him with anxiety. He
knew that in Henry his wronged niece would have a zealous
advocate;--not a superannuated priest, but a young man whose blood was
warm, and whose soul was full of energy.
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