"Oh, I cannot see him here. I must tell him there, at the rectory, in
the very room where he asked Anna and me both to be his wife," Lucy
said when Fanny reported Arthur's message. "I am able to go there and
I must. It will be fine sleighing to-morrow. See, the snow is falling
now," and pushing back the curtain, Lucy looked dreamily out upon the
fast whitening ground, sighing, as she remembered the night when the
first snowflakes fell and she stood watching them with Arthur at her
side.
Fanny did not oppose her cousin, and, with a kiss upon the
blue-veined forehead, she went to her own room, leaving Lucy to think
over for the hundredth time what she would say to Arthur.
CHAPTER XIII.
CHRISTMAS DAY.
The worshippers at St. Mark's on Christmas morning heard the music of
the bells as the Hetherton sleigh passed by, but none of them knew
whither it was bound, or the scene which awaited the rector, when, his
services over, he started towards home.
Lucy had kept her word, and, just as Mrs. Brown was looking at the
clock to see if it was time to put her fowls to bake, she heard the
hall-door open softly and almost dropped her dripping-pan in her
surprise at the sight of Lucy Harcourt, with her white face and great
sunken blue eyes, which looked so mournfully at her as Lucy said:
"I want to go to Arthur's room--the library, I mean.
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