It
was a look that ought to have daunted the boldest man living; it
produced no sort of effect on _this_ man. He still held out his hand;
his lean face broadened with a pleasant smile. "My name is Rufus
Dingwell," he said. "I come from Coolspring, Mass.; and Amelius is my
introduction to yourself and family."
Regina silently acknowledged this information by a frigid bow, and
addressed herself to the maid, waiting at the door: "Don't leave the
room, Phoebe."
Rufus, inwardly wondering what Phoebe was wanted for, proceeded to
express the cordial sentiments proper to the occasion. "I have heard
about you, miss; and I take pleasure in making your acquaintance."
The unwritten laws of politeness obliged Regina to say something. "I
have not heard Mr. Goldenheart mention your name," she remarked. "Are
you an old friend of his?"
Rufus explained with genial alacrity. "We crossed the Pond together,
miss. I like the boy; he's bright and spry; he refreshes me--he does.
We go ahead with most things in my country; and friendship's one of
them. How _do_ you find yourself? Won't you shake hands?" He took her
hand, without waiting to be repelled this time, and shook it with the
heartiest good-will.
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