It is very unpleasant to me."
"The more so, because it is the truth," replied Grace Markland.
"Edward, I'll warrant you, is now sweeping off towards New York. See
if I'm not right."
"No, there he is now!" exclaimed Mrs. Markland, stepping back from
the door she was about to enter, as the sound of approaching feet
arrested her ear.
The two women looked eagerly through the dusky air. A man's form was
visible. It came nearer.
"Edward!" was just passing joyfully from the lips of Mrs. Markland,
when the word was suppressed.
"Good-evening, ladies," said a strange voice, as a man whom neither
of them recognised paused within a few steps of where they stood.
"Mr. Willet is my name," he added.
"Oh! Mr. Willet, our new neighbour," said Mrs. Markland, with a
forced composure of manner. "Walk in, if you please. We were on the
lookout for Mr. Markland. He has not yet arrived from the city, and
we are beginning to feel anxious about him."
"I am here to relieve that anxiety," replied the visitor in a
cheerful voice, as he stepped on the portico.
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