from the rest of the cavalcade, suddenly asked him, “What had become of his friend, Lionel Verney?”
“Even from this spot,” replied Adrian, pointing to my sister’s cottage, “you can see his dwelling.”
“Indeed!” said Idris, “and why, if he be so near, does he not come to see us, and make one of our society?”
“I often visit him,” replied Adrian; “but you may easily guess the motives, which prevent him from coming where his presence may annoy anyone among us.”
“I do guess them,” said Idris, “and such as they are, I would not venture to combat them. Tell me, however, in what way he passes his time; what he is doing and thinking in his cottage retreat?”
“Nay, my sweet sister,” replied Adrian, “you ask me more than I can well answer; but if you feel interest in him, why not visit him? He will feel highly honoured, and thus you may repay a part of the obligation I owe him, and compensate for the injuries fortune has done him.”
“I will most readily accompany you to his abode,” said the lady, “not that I wish that either of us should unburden ourselves of our debt, which, being no less than your life, must remain unpayable ever. But let us go; tomorrow we will arrange to ride out together, and proceeding towards that part of the forest, call upon him.”
The next evening therefore, though the autumnal change had brought on cold and rain, Adrian and Idris entered my cottage. They found me Curius-like, feasting on sorry fruits for supper; but they brought gifts richer than the golden bribes of the Sabines, nor could I refuse the invaluable store of friendship and delight which they bestowed. Surely the glorious twins of Latona were not more welcome, when, in the