"
Quincy's thoughts flew quickly to Nantucket and back. Had he foreseen
what was to happen on his coming visit, he would have hesitated still
longer, but thinking that, after all, next Sunday's journey might not
end any more conclusively than the previous one, he presently turned to
his father and answered:
"I will do so. I must go to-morrow, but I will return early on Monday,
and will stay at home the entire week."
"I thank you very much, Quincy," said the Hon. Nathaniel, and he laid
his hand on his son's shoulder as affectionately as he was capable of
doing, when they entered the house.
Lady Elfrida Hastings and her brother, Lord Algernon, arrived in due
season, and Quincy was there to assist at their reception. The former
was tall, and dark, and stately; her features were cast in a classic
mould, but the look in her eye was cold and distant, and the face,
though having all the requirements of beauty, yet lacked it. To Mrs.
Sawyer and her daughter, Florence, the Lady Elfrida was a revelation,
and they yearned to acquire that statuesque repose that comes so natural
to the daughter of an earl.
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