CHAPTER X.
AN UNFORESEEN FORESIGHT.
What else is a Providence?
Harry went about his work as usual, only with a graver face.
Adela looked very sad, but without any of her old helpless and hopeless
air. Her health was quite established; and she now returned all the
attention her father had paid to her.--Fortunately Mrs. Cathcart had gone
home.
"Cunning puss!" some of my readers may say; "she was trying to coax the
old man out of his resolution." But such a notion would be quite unjust to
my niece. She was more in danger of going to the other extreme, to avoid
hypocrisy. But she had the divine gift of knowing what any one she loved
was feeling and thinking; and she knew that her father was suffering, and
all about it. The old man's pace grew heavier; the lines about his mouth
grew deeper; he sat at table without speaking; he ate very little, and
drank more wine. Adela's eyes followed his every action. I could see that
sometimes she was ready to rise and throw her arms about him. Often I saw
in her lovely eyes that peculiar clearness of the atmosphere which
indicates the nearness of rain.
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