had something else to say.
"Thomas Ferrers came to see me, also!" she said. "Did you ask him to do
so?"
"Oh--no!" said Hildegarde. "I--I only told him that you did not go out
very much, and--and he said at once that he should come to see you
before he left town."
"He is grown an old man!" said Mrs. Delansing. "Wild Tom Ferrers! We had
a great deal of talk; much of it about you. I am bound to say that he
gave me a different impression of your life. You--you must all be very
happy there together!"
The tone was piteous in its wistfulness, and Hildegarde responded
heartily. "You must come and see for yourself some day, Aunt Emily! We
_are_ happy, as happy as the day is long!"
The evening passed quickly and pleasantly. Mrs. Delansing unbent more
than Hildegarde could have supposed possible, and even smiled as she
told, over the backgammon board, some anecdotes of Colonel Ferrers's
wild youth. One could not imagine her laughing under any circumstances,
but her smile, when she was amused, was fine and delicate, and made a
wonderful difference in her face.
When bedtime came, she held Hildegarde's hands in hers for several
minutes, looking at her with a searching gaze.
"You have not found it too dull?" she said. "Hobson says she heard you
singing in your room to-day! You do not find this a dreary cage, where
no young life could be happy?"
Hildegarde had found it so the first day, but now all was changed, and
she could answer heartily, "No, indeed, Aunt Emily! I have had a very
pleasant visit, and I am--oh, _so_ glad I came! I don't believe I
should ever have known you if I had not been here in the house; and I am
very, very glad to know you, Aunt Emily. May I come again?" She bent,
and kissed the old lady's cheek, and was delighted to have her kiss
warmly returned.
"Come whenever you will, my child!" Mrs. Delansing said. "Come as often
as you can; I shall be better for every time I see you."
So it was arranged that later in the winter Hildegarde was to come to
Gramercy Park for a good visit, and hear the German opera; and when the
aunt and niece finally said good-bye at the bedroom door, Hildegarde
felt that she had made a new friend; while the lonely old woman went to
bed with a warmer heart than she had felt in her bosom for years.
"Why, mum," said Hobson, "I declare to goodness, you look ten years
younger since that young lady come here!"
"I _am_ ten years younger, Hobson!" said Mrs. Delansing, grav
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