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On entering the room Woodward was a good deal
disappointed to find that Miss Goodwin was not there.
"Will not Miss Goodwin join us?" he asked.
"Certainly," said her father; "Martha, where is she?"
"You know, my dear, she seldom lunches," replied her mother.
"Well, but she will now," said Goodwin; "it is not every day we have Mr.
Woodward; let her be sent for. John, find out Miss Goodwin, and say we
wish her to join us at luncheon."
John in a few moments returned to say that she had a slight headache,
and could not have the pleasure of coming down.
"O, I am very sorry to hear she is unwell," said Woodward, with an
appearance of disappointment and chagrin, which he did not wish to
conceal; or, to speak the truth, which, in a great measure, he assumed.
After lunch his horse was ordered, and he set out on his way to
Rathfillan, meditating upon his visit, and the rather indifferent
reception he had got from Alice.
Miss Goodwin, though timid and nervous, was, nevertheless, in many
things, a girl of spirit, and possessed a great deal of natural wit and
penetration.


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