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très jolie jeune personne_!" returned the governess,
taking a glance from the spot Eve had just quitted. "_Sur le rapport de
la personne, ma chere, vous devriez être contente, au moins_."
"If you will excuse me, Mademoiselle, I will go down alone--I think I
should prefer to meet Grace without witnesses in the first interview."
"_Très volontiers. Elle est parente, et c'est bien naturel."_
Eve, on this expressed approbation, met her maid at the door, as she
came to announce that Mademoiselle de Cortlandt was in the library,
and descended slowly to meet her. The library was lighted from above
by means of a small dome, and Grace had unconsciously placed herself
in the very position that a painter would have chosen, had she been
about to sit for her portrait. A strong, full, rich light fell obliquely on
her as Eve entered, displaying her fine person and beautiful features to
the very best advantage, and they were features and a person that are
not seen every day even in a country where female beauty is so
common. She was in a carriage dress, and her toilette was rather more
elaborate than Eve had been accustomed to see, at that hour, but still
Eve thought she had seldom seen a more lovely young creature. Some
such thoughts, also, passed through the mind of Grace herself, who,
though struck, with a woman's readiness in such matters, with the
severe simplicity of Eve's attire, as well as with its entire elegance, was
more struck with the charms of her countenance and figure. There was,
in truth, a strong resemblance between them, though each was
distinguished by an expression suited to her character, and to the habits
of her mind.
"Miss Effingham!" said Grace, advancing a step to meet the lady who

entered, while her voice was scarcely audible and her limbs trembled.
"Miss Van Cortlandt!" said Eve, in the same low, smothered tone.
This formality caused a chill in both, and each unconsciously stopped
and curtsied. Eve had been so much struck with the coldness of the
American manner, during the week she had been at home, and Grace
was so sensitive on the subject of the opinion of one who had seen so
much of Europe, that there was great danger, at that critical moment,
the meeting would terminate unpropitiously.
Thus far, however, all had been rigidly decorous, though the strong
feelings that were glowing in the bosoms of both, had been so
completely suppressed. But the smile, cold and embarrassed as it was,
that each gave as she curtsied, had the sweet character of her childhood
in it, and recalled to both the girlish and affectionate intercourse of their
younger days.
"Grace!" said Eve, eagerly, advancing a step or two impetuously, and
blushing like the dawn.
"Eve!"
Each opened her arms, and in a moment they were locked in a long and
fervent embrace. This was the commencement of their former intimacy,
and before night Grace was domesticated in her uncle's house. It is true
that Miss Effingham perceived certain peculiarities about Miss Van
Cortlandt, that she had rather were absent; and Miss Van Cortlandt
would have felt more at her ease, had Miss Effingham a little less
reserve of manner, on certain subjects that the latter had been taught to
think interdicted. Notwithstanding these slight separating shades in
character, however, the natural affection was warm and sincere; and if
Eve, according to Grace's notions, was a little stately and formal, she
was polished and courteous, and if Grace, according to Eve's notions,
was a little too easy and unreserved, she was feminine and delicate.
We pass over the three or four days that succeeded, during which Eve
had got to understand something of her new position, and we will come

at once to a conversation between the cousins, that will serve to let the
reader more intimately into the opinions, habits and feelings of both, as
well as to open the real subject of our narrative. This conversation took
place in that very library which had witnessed their first interview, soon
after breakfast, and while the young ladies were still alone.
"I suppose, Eve, you will have to visit the Green's.--They are Hajjis,
and were much in society last winter."
"Hajjis!--You surely do not mean, Grace, that they have been to
Mecca?"
"Not at all: only to Paris, my dear; that makes a Hajji in New-York."
"And does it entitle the pilgrim to wear the green turban?" asked Eve,
laughing.
"To wear any thing, Miss Effingham; green, blue, or yellow, and to
cause it to pass for elegance."
"And which is the favourite colour with the family you have
mentioned?"
"It ought to be the first, in compliment to the name, but, if truth must be
said, I think they betray