Jerome's heart leaped up at the sight of Lucina, then sank before that of the young man following her up the aisle.

"He is going to marry her; she has forgotten me," he thought, directly.
As for Elmira, she eyed Miss Rose Soley's dark ringlets under the wide velvet brim of her hat, the crimson curve of her cheek, and the occasional backward glance of a black eye at Lawrence Prescott seated directly behind her.

When meeting was over, she caught Jerome by the arm.

"Come out quick," she said, in a sharp whisper, and Jerome was glad enough to go.
Lucina's guests spent Thanksgiving with her.

Jerome saw them twice, riding horseback with Lawrence Prescott--Lucina on her little white horse, Miss Soley on Lawrence's black, the strange young man on the Squire's sorrel, and Lawrence on a gray.
Lucina colored when she saw Jerome, and reined her horse, lingering behind the others, but he did not seem to notice it, and never looked at her after his first grave bow; then she touched her horse, and galloped after her friends with a windy swirl of blue veil and skirts.
Jerome wondered if his sister would hear that Lawrence Prescott had been out riding with Lucina and her friends.