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“I am sorry that you appear so ill, Mr. Morton, and I regret that you should have suffered so much in the cause of humanity, when one so much better able to undergo the fatigue, by constitution, should have remained an idle spectator, like myself.”–

The silent bow of George might be interpreted into a desire to say nothing of his own conduct, or into an assent with the self-condemnation of the speaker. Delafield, however, took the chair which the other politely placed for him, and continued–

“But, Sir, you have your reward. The interest and admiration excited in Miss Henly, would compensate me for almost any privation or hardship that man could undergo.”

“It is no hardship to ride a few miles in a comfortable coach,” said George, with a feeble smile, “nor can I consider it a privation of enjoyment, to be able to assist the distressed,”–he hesitated a moment, and a flush gradually stole over his features as he continued, “It is true, Sir, that I prize the good opinion of Miss Henly highly, but I look to another quarter for approbation on such a subject.”

“And very justly, George,” said the soft voice of Charlotte, “such applause as mine can be but of little moment to one who performs such acts as yours.”

The gentlemen were sitting with their faces towards the fire, and had not heard the light step of Miss Henly as she entered the apartment, but both instantly arose and paid their salutations; the invalid by a silent bow, and by handing a chair, and Delafield with many a graceful compliment on her good looks, and divers protestations concerning the pleasure he felt at being permitted to visit at her house. No two things could be more different than the manners of these gentlemen. That of the latter was very highly polished, insinuating, and although far from unpleasantly so, yet slightly artificial; while that of the former was simple, ingenuous, and in the presence of Miss Henly was apt to be at times a little constrained. Charlotte certainly perceived the difference, and she as certainly thought that it was not altogether to the advantage of George Morton. The idea seemed to give her pain, for she showed several little attentions to her old friend, that by their flattering, but unstudied particularity, were adapted to put any man at his ease and assure him of his welcome, still the embarrassment of George did not disappear, but he sat an uneasy listener to the conversation that occurred, as if reluctant to stay, and yet unwilling to depart. After a few observations on the entertainment of the preceding evening, Mr. Delafield continued–

“I was lamenting to Mr. Morton, as you entered, that he should have suffered so much from my want of thought, the day before yesterday; it requires a good constitution to endure exposure–“

“And such I often tell you, George, you do not possess,” said Charlotte, kindly and with a little melancholy; “yet you neither seem to regard my warnings on the subject, nor those of any of your friends”–

“There is a warning that I have not disregarded,” returned the youth, endeavouring to smile.

“And what is it?” asked Charlotte, struck with the melancholy resignation of his manner.

“That I am not fit company, just now, for hearts as gay as yours and Mr. Delafield’s,” he returned, and rising, he made a hasty bow and withdrew.

“What can he mean!” said Charlotte, in amazement, “George does not appear well, and latterly his manner is much altered–what can he mean, Mr. Delafield?”

“He is ill,” said Delafield, far from feeling quite easy at the evident interest that the lady exhibited; “he is ill, and should be in his bed, instead of attending the morning levees of even Miss Henly.”

“Indeed, he is too regardless of his health,” said Charlotte in a low tone, fixing her eyes on the grate, where she continued gazing for some time. Every effort of Seymour was made to draw off the attention of the young lady from a subject, that, however melancholy, seemed to possess peculiar charms for her. In this undertaking the gentleman would not have succeeded but for the fortunate appearance of Miss Osgood, who came into the room very opportunely to keep alive the discourse.