"Oh, what is it about, Mrs. Jones?" inquired Hannah and Nora in a
breath, as they stopped knitting and drew their chairs nearer together.
"Well, then," said the dame, hitching her chair between the sisters,
placing a hand upon each of their laps, and looking from one to the
other--"what would ye give to know, now?"
"Nonsense! a night's lodging and your breakfast!" laughed Nora.
"And ye'll get your story cheap enough at that! And now listen and open
your eyes as wide as ever you can!" said the dame, repeating her
emphatic gestures of laying her hands heavily upon the knees of the
visitors and looking intently from one eager face to the other.
"Mr.--Herman--Brudenell--have--got--a--wife! There, now! What d'ye
think o' that! aint you struck all of a heap?"
No, they were not; Hannah's face was perfectly calm; Nora's indeed was
radiant, not with wonder, but with joy!
"There, Hannah! What did I tell you!" she exclaimed. "Mrs. Brudenell has
spoken to him and he has owned his marriage! But dear Mrs. Jones, tell
me--was his mother very, very angry with him about it?" she inquired,
turning to the visitor.
"Angry? Dear heart, no! pleased as Punch! 'peared's if a great weight
was lifted offen her mind," replied the latter.
"There again, Hannah! What else did I tell you! Herman's mother is a
Christian lady! She ill-used me only when she thought I was bad; now
Herman has owned his marriage, and she is pleased to find that it is all
right! Now isn't that good? Oh, I know I shall love her, and make her
love me, too, more than any high-bred, wealthy daughter-in-law ever
could! And I shall serve her more than any of her own children ever
would! And she will find out the true worth of a faithful, affectionate,
devoted heart, that would die to save her or her son, or live to serve
both! And she will love me dearly yet!" exclaimed Nora, with a glow of
enthusiasm suffusing her beautiful face.
"Now, what upon the face of the yeth be that gal a-talking about? I want
to tell my story!" exclaimed Mrs. Jones, who had been listening
indignantly, without comprehending entirely Nora's interruption.
"Oh, I beg your pardon, Mrs. Jones," laughed the latter, "I should not
have jumped to the conclusion of your story. I should have let you tell
it in your own manner; though I doubt if you know all about it either,
from the way you talk."