The egotist seemed not to object to having all the talk to himself.
"Come!" he exclaimed, with sudden animation, sitting bolt upright in his chair, "When I found you in this room just now, you said you had something to tell me. And you told it. Naturally, it was not worth hearing. Now, then, I have something to tell you, which is so well worth hearing that when you have heard it your missionary madness may be cured, and your Quixotic expedition given up: in fact, all your plans in life changed--a splendid prospect opened before you."
Cora looked up, her languor all gone, her interest aroused. Something was rising in her mind; not a sun of hope ah! no--but nebula, obscure, unformed, indistinct, yet with possible suns of hope, worlds of happiness, within it. What did her grandfather mean? Had he heard something about--Was Rule yet--
Swift as lightning flashed these thoughts through her mind while her grandfather drew his breath between his utterances.
"Listen! This is what I had to tell you: I had a letter a few days ago from an old suitor of yours," he said, looking keenly at his granddaughter.
Cora's eyes fell, her spirits drooped. The nebula of unknown hopes and joys had faded away, leaving her prospect dark again. She looked depressed and disappointed. She could feel no shadow of interest in her old suitors.
"I received this letter several days since, and being at leisure just then. I answered it. But in the pressure of some important matters I forgot to tell you of it, though it concerned yourself mostly, I might say entirely. Shouldn't have remembered it now, I suppose, if it had not been for your foolish talk about going out for a missionary to the savages. Ah! another destiny awaits your acceptance."
"Now, then. Of course you must know who this correspondent is."
"Without offense to you, grandfather, I neither know nor care," languidly replied the lady.
"But it is not without offense to me. You are the most eccentric and inconsistent woman I ever met in all the course of my life. You are not constant even to your inconstancy."
Having uttered this paradox, the old man threw himself back in his chair and gazed at his granddaughter.
"I am not yet clear as to your meaning, sir," she said, coldly but respectfully.