Hastings came over to say good-by, as he was intending to
start next morning for New York, or rather for his sister's
country seat on the Hudson, where she was now spending the summer.
This was a death-blow to Eugenia, who could scarcely appear
natural. Tears came to her eyes, and once when she attempted to
tell him how lonely Rose Hill would be without him, she failed
entirely for want of voice.
"How hoarse you are. Have you a cold," said Mr. Hastings, and that
was all the notice he took of her emotion.
Fearing lest he should suspect her real feelings, she tried to
compose herself, and after a time said, jokingly, "I shouldn't
wonder if you were going to take you a wife from some of the city
belles."
"Oh, no," he answered lightly. "Time enough to think of that when
I return."
This gave her hope, and she bore the parting better than she could
otherwise have done.
"You will not forget me entirely, I trust," she said, as she gave
him her hand.
"Oh, no," he answered. "That would be impossible. I have many
reasons which you do not perhaps suspect, for remembering you! By
the way," he continued, "have you any message for Dora! I shall
probably see her as she is with my sister.
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