Well, he
thanked me, and went back to the carriage, where a lady sat. He took
her in his arms and brought her along to the house, when I saw that she
was a very beautiful young lady, but quite pale. Well, sir, she came in
and sat down in that chair you are now sitting in, and after awhile,
said she was better. The gentleman had gone out and put away his horse,
and when he came back I had supper ready, and every thing comfortable."
"What was the appearance of the lady?" said Mohun, over whose brow a
contraction passed.
"She was small and dark, sir; but had the finest eyes I ever saw."
"The same," said Mohun, in a low tone. "Well?"
"They stayed all night, sir. Next morning they paid me,--though it was
little--and went on toward the south."
"They seemed poor?"
"Yes, sir. The lady's dress was cheap and faded--and the gentleman's
threadbare."
"What names did they give?"
"Mr. and Mrs. Mortimer, sir."
Mohun's brow again contracted.
"Well, go on," he said, "or rather, go back, Amanda. You say that they
remained with you until the morning. Did you not hear some of their
conversation--gain some knowledge of whence they came, whither they
were going, and what was the object of their journey?"
The woman hesitated, glancing at Mohun. Then she smiled, and shook her
head.
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