Aunt Lizzy and Mrs.Carlton were busily unpacking some of their utensils, and Mary, closely wrapt up, stood by the blazing logs, thinking how cheerful its ruddy light made every object seem, and wondering if, after all, the Ghebers were so much to blame, Mr.Carlton joined her; and after inquiring how she bore their very fatiguing ride, remarked that in a few more days their journeyings would be over.
"I shall almost regret its termination.

This mode of traveling seems very pleasant to me, and you, who are strong and well, must enjoy it much more." Just then the sound of approaching hoofs caused her to look toward their wagon; and she perceived two men mounted, one in the act of descending, while Dr.Bryant advanced quickly to meet him.
Mr.Carlton left her.

Silently she looked on, wondering who the strangers could possibly be, when the words fell with startling distinctness on her listening ear: "Dudley Stewart! do my eyes deceive me ?" "Frank Bryant is it possible I meet you here ?" The tones of the last speaker were too familiar to be mistaken.

She trembled from head to foot as the past rose before her.

Her first thought was of Florence.
"Oh, if he is married, this meeting will be terrible!" and her heart throbbed violently as the gentlemen approached her.