As there was nobody to hold
the horses, he kept his seat, while Coristine, looking faultlessly neat
in his town dress, came forward and assisted Miss Carmichael and
Marjorie to alight. Having asked the former's permission, the lawyer
introduced Miss Graves, a young lady not unlike Miss Du Plessis in
stature and carriage, but with larger, though handsome, features and
lighter complexion. Then, Mr. Douglas, a fine-looking blonde man of
masculine Scottish type, was made acquainted with his fair client, and
with her nominal guardian on the box. Finally, the colonel, standing by
his horse's head, bowed with genial dignity to the new arrivals, and
warmly pressed the hand of his dear boy's friend. The Squire's little
scheme was frustrated. His niece, without asking advice or permission
from anybody, placed Miss Graves beside the driver, and established
herself on the same seat, leaving Marjorie between the two gentlemen on
the one behind, after they had bestowed their valises and Miss Graves'
portmanteau in their rear. Beyond a ceremonious handshake, Miss
Carmichael gave Coristine no recognition, although she could not have
failed to perceive his delight at once more meeting her.
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