The Blithedale Romance · Chapter 24 (2/2)

“Yes, Mr. Coverdale,” cried a woman’s voice⁠—clear and melodious, but, just then, with something unnatural in its chord⁠—“you are welcome! But you come half an hour too late, and have missed a scene which you would have enjoyed!”

I looked up and found myself nigh Eliot’s pulpit, at the base of which sat Hollingsworth, with Priscilla at his feet and Zenobia standing before them.