"He is better, I hope?" asked both sisters with real sympathy, making
their young faces womanly and sweet.

"Yes, and has hopes of entire recovery. At least, they tell him so,
though Dr. Ashley said there was no chance of it."

"Dear, dear, how sad! Shall we see him, Tavia?"

"Certainly; he is able to be with us now in the evening, and enjoys
society as much as ever. But please take no notice of his infirmity, and
make no inquiries beyond the usual 'How do you do.' He is sensitive, and
hates to be considered an invalid more than ever."

"How charming it must be to take care of him, he is so accomplished and
delightful. I quite envy you," said Blanche pensively.

"Sir Jasper told us that the General and Mrs. Snowdon were coming. I
hope they will, for I've a most intense curiosity to see her--"
began Rose.

"Hush, she is here with Mamma! Why curious? What is the mystery? For you
look as if there was one," questioned Octavia under her breath.

The three charming heads bent toward one another as Rose replied in a
whisper, "If I knew, I shouldn't be inquisitive. There was a rumor that
she married the old general in a fit of pique, and now repents. I asked
Mamma once, but she said such matters were not for young girls to hear,
and not a word more would she say. _N'importe_, I have wits of my
own, and I can satisfy myself. The gentlemen are coming! Am I all right,
dear?" And the three glanced at one another with a swift scrutiny that