"
"What a speech, Cousin Jennie. Indeed, you are not so
unsophisticated as you confess to be," said the dark-eyed fiancee,
with a tinge of sarcasm accompanying the words.
"Well, fair cousin, much as I may lose caste by my confession, I
cannot help it,--you know the country folks never see grand
weddings, and I may say truthfully that I never expect to see so
much finery again."
"Then you ought to make good use of your eyes now," was the rather
ungracious reply.
As Evelyn stood amid the heap of boxes, arranging and rearranging
the delicate fabrics to her heart's content, she was not an
object of envy. She was flattering, herself that she was moving a
grand marriage and she never let her thoughts wander beyond that
well-defined boundary line. Hers was a nature seemingly devoid of
feeling and incapable of fine thought, and when she artfully feigned
such in the presence of her lover, it was only from a desire to make
him more completely her slave.
Jennie Montgomery was not many days at "Sunnybank" ere she saw a
glimpse of the world from a fashionable society standpoint.
"Oh, Madge, how can Eve marry that man? You surely do not like him
either?"
Jennie Montgomery had favorable opportunity of passing judgment upon
Montague Arnold the previous evening, and now she had directed her
appeal to her favorite cousin.
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