Ralph Colleton, however, with praiseworthy decorum, lingered to the
last--his companion Forrester, under the influence of a whisper from one
over his shoulder, having been among the first to retire. He, too, could
not in the end avoid the general disposition, and at length took his way
to the animated and earnest knot which he saw assembled in the shade of
the adjoining thicket, busied in the discussion of some concern of more
than common interest. In his departure from the one gathering to the
other, he caught a glance from the eye of Lucy Munro, which had in it so
much of warning, mingled at the same time with an expression of so much
interest, that he half stopped in his progress, and, but for the seeming
indecision and awkwardness of such a proceeding, would have
returned--the more particularly, indeed, when, encountering her gaze
with a corresponding fixedness--though her cheek grew to crimson with
the blush that overspread it--her glance was not yet withdrawn. He felt
that her look was full of caution, and inwardly determined upon due
circumspection.
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