"There comes the carriage," shouted Helen, as the liveried coach of
the wealthy judge rolled round the corner, and drove up in front of
the spacious school-building. "I knew my father would not forget
me--yes, there is my brother."

The horses, thoroughly wet, looked dark and sleek as greyhounds, as
they stood impatiently stamping the paving-stones, while a visible
cloud of vapor rose from each distended nostril.

The coach door opened, and Emile Le Grande, with handsome, manly
figure clad in a gray military suit, and equally handsome face,
stepped out, and approached the group so impatiently watching the
progress of the storm.

"Good morning, Miss Mordecai; I am happy that we meet again," said
the gentleman, politely bowing.

"Thank you, sir; but your presence rather surprises us," replied
Leah.

"I trust, though, I am not an unwelcome intruder upon this fair
group?"

"Allow me to remind you, my brother, that my friends, Miss Heartwell
and Miss Levy, are also present," said Helen rather reproachfully.

Emile acknowledged the reproof and the courtesy with an apology and
a smile, and then added, "To Miss Mordecai's charms I owe the breach
of politeness."