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_ Chapter XXVIII "Fanny," said Ellen suddenly; "I want to tell you something." Mrs. Wesley Elliot turned a complacently abstracted gaze upon her friend who sat beside her on the vine-shaded piazza of the parsonage. She felt the sweetest sympathy for Ellen, whenever she thought of her at all: "Yes, dear." "Do you remember my speaking to you about Jim-- Oh, a long time ago, and how he--? It was perfectly ridiculous, you know." Fanny's blue eyes became suddenly alert. "You mean the time Jim kissed you," she murmured. "Oh, Ellen, I've always been so sorry for--" "Well; you needn't be," interrupted Ellen; "I never cared a snap for Jim Dodge; so there!" The youthful matron sighed gently: she felt that she understood poor dear Ellen perfectly, and in token thereof she patted poor dear Ellen's hand. "I know exactly how you feel," she warbled. Ellen burst into a gleeful laugh: "You think you do; but you don't," she informed her friend, with a spice of malice. "Your case was entirely different from mine, my dear: You were perfectly crazy over Wesley Elliot; I was only in love with being in love." Fanny looked sweetly mystified and a trifle piqued withal. "I wanted to have a romance--to be madly in love," Ellen explained. "Oh, you know! Jim was merely a peg to hang it on." The wife of the minister smiled a lofty compassion. "Everything seems so different after one is married," she stated. "Is that really so?" cried Ellen. "Well, I shall soon know, Fan, for I'm to be married in the fall." _"Married? Why, Ellen Dix!"_ "Uh--huh," confirmed Ellen, quite satisfied with the success of her _coup_. "You don't know him, Fan; but he's perfectly elegant--and _handsome!_ Just wait till you see him." Ellen rocked herself to and fro excitedly. "I met him in Grenoble last winter, and we're going to live there in the _sweetest_ house. He fell in love with me the first minute he saw me. You never knew anyone to be so awfully in love ... m'm!" Without in the least comprehending the reason for the phenomenon, Mrs. Wesley Elliot experienced a singular depression of spirit. Of course she was glad poor dear Ellen was to be happy. She strove to infuse a sprightly satisfaction into her tone and manner as she said: "What wonderful news, dear. But isn't it rather--sudden? I mean, oughtn't you to have known him longer! ...You didn't tell me his name." Ellen's piquant dark face sparkled with mischief and happiness. "His name is Harvey Wade," she replied; "you know Wade and Hampton, where you bought your wedding things, Fan? Everybody knows the Wades, and I've known Harvey long enough to--" She grew suddenly wistful as she eyed her friend: "You _have_ changed a lot since you were married, Fan; all the girls think so. Sometimes I feel almost afraid of you. Is it--do you--?" Fanny's unaccountable resentment melted before a sudden rush of sympathy and understanding. She drew Ellen's blushing face close to her own in the sweetness of caresses: "I'm _so_ glad for you, dear, so _glad!_" "And you'll tell Jim?" begged Ellen, after a silence full of thrills. "I should hate to have him suppose--" "He doesn't, Ellen," Jim's sister assured her, out of a secret fund of knowledge to which she would never have confessed. "Jim always understood you far better than I did. And he likes you, too, better than any girl in Brookville." "Except Lydia," amended Ellen. "Oh, of course, except Lydia." _ |
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