I was caught, as you see! I am dripping wet," replied the
man.
"Go, change your clothes at once then, Davy,"
"Who is that stranger?" asked the man, pointing to Capitola.
"Some young woman of the neighborhood, who has been caught out in
the tempest. But you had better go and change your clothes than to
stand here gossiping," said the woman, harshly.
"I say," said the man, "the young woman is a God-send to Miss Clara;
nobody has been to see her yet; nobody ever visits this house unless
they are driven to it. I don't wonder the colonel and our young
master pass as much as ten months in the year away from home,
spending all the summer at the watering places, and all the winter
in New York or Washington!"
"Hold your tongue! What right have you to complain? You always
attend them in their travels!"
"True, but you see for this last season they have both been staying
here, old master to watch the heiress, young master to court her,
and as I have no interest in that game, I find the time hangs heavy
on my hands," complained the man.
"It will hang heavier if you take a long fit of illness by standing
in wet clothes," muttered the woman.
"Why, so 'twill, missus! So here goes," assented the man, hurrying
across the hall and passing out through the door opposite that by
which he entered.
Dorcas returned to her guest.
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