Elsies Kith and Kin | Page 6

is some comfort. I hope somebody will come in for the evening, and share with us the infliction of her society," Zoe said, concluding with a forlorn attempt at a laugh.
"Won't you take off that very becoming hat and cloak, Mrs. Travilla, and spend the evening?" asked Edward playfully.
"Thank you. I believe I will, if you will accompany me to the dressing-room," she returned, with a smiling look up into his face.
"That I will with pleasure," he said, "provided you will reward me with some assistance with my toilet."
"Such as brushing your hair, and tying your cravat? Yes, sir, I will: it's a bargain."
And so, laughing and chatting, they went up to their own private apartments.
Halt an hour later they came down again together, to find Miss Deane in the parlor, seated by a window overlooking the avenue.
"There's a carriage just drawing up before your front entrance," she remarked: "the Roselands family carriage, I think it is."
Zoe gave her husband a bright, pleased look. It seemed her wish for an addition to their party for the evening had been granted.
The next moment the room-door was thrown, open, and Dr. Conly and Miss Ella were announced.
They were cordially welcomed, asked to tea, and staid the evening, greatly relieving Zoe in the matter of entertaining her unwelcome guest, who devoted herself to the doctor, and left Edward to his wife and cousin, a condition of things decidedly agreeable to Zoe.
A little after nine the Roselands carriage was announced; and the doctor and Ella took their departure, Edward and Zoe accompanying them to the outer door.
The sky was black with clouds, and the wind roaring through the trees on the lawn.
"We are going to have a heavy storm. I think," remarked Arthur, glancing upward: "there is not a star to be seen, and the wind blows almost a gale. I hope no patient of mine will want the doctor very badly to-night," he added with a slight laugh. "Step in out of the wind, cousin Zoe, or you may be the very one to send for me."
Doing as directed, "No, indeed," she said: "I'm sure I couldn't have the heart to call anybody up out of a warm bed to face such a cutting wind as this."
"No, no; never hesitate when there is a real necessity," he returned, speaking from his seat in the carriage, where he had already taken his place beside his sister, whom Edward had handed in. "Good-night, and hurry in, both of you, for my sake if not for your own."
But they lingered a moment till the carriage turned, and drove swiftly down the avenue.
"I am so glad they came," remarked Zoe, as Edward shut the door and locked it for the night.
"Yes," he said: "they added a good deal to the pleasure of the evening. As we couldn't be alone together, three guests were more acceptable than one."
"Decidedly; and that one was delighted, I'm sure, to have an opportunity to exercise her conversational gifts for the benefit of a single man instead of a married one."
"Zoe, love, don't allow yourself to grow bitter and sarcastic," Edward said, turning toward her, laying a hand lightly, affectionately, upon her shoulder, and gazing down into her eyes with a look of grave concern.
She colored under it, and turned away with a pout that almost spoiled the beauty of her fair face. She was more than ever impatient to be rid of their self-invited guest.
"She always sets Ned to scolding me," was the bitter thought in her heart as she went slowly back to the parlor, where they had left Miss Deane, Edward following, sighing inwardly at the change in his darling always wrought by that unwelcome presence in the house.
"How the wind roars down the chimney!" Miss Deane remarked as her host and hostess re-entered the room, where she was comfortably seated in an easy-chair beside the glowing grate. "I fear to-morrow will prove a stormy day; but in that case I shall feel all the more delighted with my comfortable quarters here,--all the more grateful to you, Mr. Travilla, for saving me from a long detention in one of those miserable little country taverns, where I should have died of ennui."
"You seem kindly disposed, my dear madam, to make a great deal of a small service," returned Edward gallantly.
But Zoe said not a word. She stood gazing into the fire, apparently lost in thought; but the color deepened on her cheek, and a slight frown contracted her brows.
Presently she turned to her guest, saying courteously, "You must be weary with your journey, Miss Deane: would you like to retire?"
"Thank you, I should," was the reply; and thereupon the good-nights were said, and they sought their respective rooms.
"You are not displeased with me, dear?" Zoe asked, lifting her eyes inquiringly to