Emily Dumont, as soon as it was fairly light, rose from her couch, and
made her preparations to leave the steamer. Fully equipped for her
journey to Bellevue, she entered the cabin, where De Guy soon presented
himself.
"Where is Hatchie?" was the first question she asked; for Hatchie had
always been on the spot whenever and wherever she needed his services.
"I have taken the liberty to send him up to the St. Charles with your
luggage. You will, of course, breakfast there," said the attorney,
blandly.
"Such was not my intention," replied she, as a cold tremor--she knew not
why--agitated her.
"I am sorry to have mistaken your purpose; the ride to Bellevue is a
long one to take without any refreshment."
"I mind it not; my haste is too great to admit of any delay."
"I sent by your servant to order an early breakfast, and a carriage at
seven o'clock."
"Very well, I will conform to the arrangement you have made," replied
Emily, with a dissatisfied air.
A carriage was called from the mass which had congregated, whose drivers
were not a whit behind those of the metropolitan city in earnest
perseverance; and De Guy assisted her into it, seating himself at a
respectful distance on the forward seat.
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