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So happily the time went on, that it appeared wonderful when Christmas was close at hand Every preparation was then complete The Manor House was a very picture of splendid comfort and day by day Cornelia's exquisite wardrobe cao into the Moran house The ht upon her face, went to-and-fro with that habitual sweet serenity, which kept the te for continuance The doctor was so satisfied with affairs, that he was often heard tiottenher lover was every day co and well beloved, ought to be Sorroas all behind her, and a great joy was co to meet her Until mortal love should become immortal, she could hope for no sweeter interlude in life
Her beauty had increased wonderfully; hope had iven to her face and form, a splendour of colour and expression, that captivated everybody; though why, or how, they never asked--she charmed, because she charmed She was the love, the honey, the milk of sweetest human nature
One day the little bevy of feminine councillors looked at their work, and pronounced all beautiful, and all finished; and then there was a lull in the busy household, and then every one was conscious of being a little weary; and every one also felt, that it would be well to let heart, and brain, and fingers, and feet rest In a few days there would likely be another English letter, and they could then form some idea as to when Lord Hyde would arrive The last letter received from him had been written in London, and the ship in which he was to sail, was taking on her cargo, while he i ready to lift her anchor The doctor thought it highly probable Hyde would follow this letter in a week, or perhaps less
During this restful interval, Doctor and Mrs Moran drove out one afternoon to Hyde Manor House A e from Madame Van Heemskirk asked this favour from them; she wished naturally that they should see how exquisitely beautiful and comfortable was the home, which her Joris had trusted her to prepare for his bride But she did not wish Cornelia to see it, until the bride-groom himself took her across its threshold "An old woman's fancy it is," she said to Mrs Moran; "but no harm is there in it, and not much do I like women who bustle about their houses, and have no fancies at all"