assume that melancholy, half-beseeching expression; and it cut her to the heart when he laughed at the same moment.
At last came the time for departure; there was hearty leave-taking on both sides. But as the last of the packing was going on, and in the general confusion, while every one was finding his place in the carriages, or seeking a new place for the home-ward journey, Rebecca slipped into the house, through the rooms, out into the garden, and away to the King's Knoll. Here she seated herself in the shadow of the trees, where the violets grew, and tried to collect her thoughts.
—"What about the violets, Mr. Lintzow?" cried Miss Frederica, who had already taken her seat in the carriage.
The young man had for some time been eagerly searching for the daughter of the house. He answered absently, "I'm afraid it's too late."
But a thought seemed suddenly to strike him. "Oh, Mrs. Hartvig," he cried, "will you excuse me for a couple of minutes while I fetch a bouquet for Miss Frederica?"
—Rebecca heard rapid steps approaching; she thought it could be no one but he.
"Ah, are you here, Miss Rebecca? I have come to gather some violets."
She turned half away from him and began to pluck the flowers.
"Are these flowers for me?" he asked,hesitatingly.
