"would go to Scotland neither with me nor any other man or I am greatly deceived in her character. Clara, my sister, how do you do?" He saluted the bride with great warmth and affection.
"But what detained you, Moseley?" inquired the mother.
"One of the horses was restive, and he broke the harness. We merely stopped in the village while it was mended."
"And how did Grace behave?" asked Emily, laughing.
"Oh, a thousand times better than you would, sister; as she always does, and like an angel."
The only point in dispute between Emily and her brother was her want of faith in his driving; while poor Grace, naturally timid, and unwilling to oppose any one, particularly the gentleman who then held the reins, had governed herself sufficiently to be silent and motionless. Indeed, she could hardly do otherwise had she wished it, so great was his impetuosity of character; and John felt flattered to a degree of which he was himself unconscious. Self-complacency, aided by the merit, the beauty, and the delicacy of the young lady herself, might have led to the very results her mother so anxiously wished to produce, had that mother been satisfied with letting things take their course. But managers very generally overdo their work.
"Grace is a good girl," said her gratified mother; "and you found her very valiant, Mr. Moseley?"
"Oh, as brave as Cæsar," answered John, carelessly, in a way that was not quite free from irony.
Grace, whose burning cheek showed but too plainly that praise from John Moseley was an incense too powerful for her resistance, now sank behind some of the company, endeavoring to conceal the tears that almost gushed from her eyes. Denbigh was a silent spectator of the whole scene, and he now considerately observed, that he had lately seen an improvement which would obviate the difficulty Mr. Moseley had experienced. John turned to the speaker, and they were soon engaged in the discussion of curbs and buckles, when the tilbury of Colonel Egerton
