But she listened to what he said with complacency; understood his object as well as she had that of his aristocratic rival; was no whit offended; but groaned in her spirit as she thought of the wrongs of Augusta Gresham.
But all this good advice, however, would not win the money for Mr Moffat without some more decided step; and that step he soon decided on taking, feeling assured that what he had said would have its due weight with the heiress.
The party at Courcy Castle was now soon about to be broken up.

The male de Courcys were going down to a Scotch mountain.

The female de Courcys were to be shipped off to an Irish castle.

Mr Moffat was to go up to town to prepare his petition.

Miss Dunstable was again about to start on a foreign tour in behalf of her physician and attendants; and Frank Gresham was at last to be allowed to go to Cambridge; that is to say, unless his success with Miss Dunstable should render such a step on his part quite preposterous.
"I think you may speak now, Frank," said the countess.