"
I turned my eyes in the same direction, and saw Mr. Wallingford
walking past, on the opposite side of the street, with his head bent
down. His step was slow, but firm, and his air and carriage manly.
Delia shrugged her shoulders, and drew up the corners of her lips.
There was an expression very much like contempt on her face.--But
she did not make any reply. I saw this expression gradually fade
away, and her countenance grow sober. Her friend did not pursue the
banter, and the subject dropped.
What she had escaped! It was a dark day in the calendar of her life,
when she made that escape; and I think there must have been times
when a consciousness of this fact pressed upon her soul like a
suffocating nightmare.
CHAPTER XVI.
Spring opened again, and the days glided swiftly on towards summer;
and yet, so far as the movements of the executors could be traced,
nothing had been done in the work of searching for the heirs. One
day, early in June, Mrs. Montgomery sent for Mr. Wallingford. On
attending her, she placed in his hands a communication which she had
just received.
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