"
"What! not with that voice?" exclaimed the young
man, in surprise.
"Not with this voice, and surely with no other."
Seymour felt uneasy, and, perhaps, disappointed.
He did not seem to have roused a single sensation
in the breast of his companion, and it was seldom
that the elegant possessor of three hundred
thousand dollars failed to do so, wherever he went,
or whatever he did. But, in the present instance,
there was nothing to be discerned in the
countenance or manner of Charlotte that indicated
any thing more than the sweetness of her nature
and the polish of her breeding. He changed the
subject.
"I hope your friend did not suffer yesterday from his
humanity?"
"I sincerely hope so too," said Charlotte, with much
simplicity, and yet with a good deal of feeling.
"I am fearful that we idle spectators," continued
the gentleman, "suffered in your estimation, in not
discovering equal benevolence with Mr. Morton."
Charlotte glanced her mild eyes at the speaker, but
made no reply.
"Your silence, Miss Henly, assures me of the truth
of my conjecture."
"You should never put a disagreeable construction
on the acts of another," said Charlotte, with a
sweetness that tended greatly to dissipate the
mortification Mr. Delafield really felt, at the same
time that he was unwilling to acknowledge it, even
to himself.
They were now again interrupted by the music,
which continued some time, during which George
Morton made his appearance.
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