She was seated at the table, with her head on her hand; absent, and out of spirits--thinking of Arnold, and set, with the future all smooth before them, not thinking happily.
"Why, Blanche! Blanche!" cried Sir Patrick, "one would think he had gone for a voyage round the world.

You silly child! he will be back again the day after to-morrow." "I wish he hadn't gone with that man!" said Blanche.

"I wish he hadn't got that man for a friend!" "There! there! the man was rude enough I own.

Never mind! he will leave the man at the second station.

Come back to the ball-room with me.