Twice during this long _tete-a-tete_ Lady de Courcy came into the room to see how things were going on, and twice she went out almost unnoticed.

It was quite clear to her that something uncommon had taken place, was taking place, or would take place; and that should this be for weal or for woe, no good could now come from her interference.

On each occasion, therefore, she smiled sweetly on the pair of turtle-doves, and glided out of the room as quietly as she had glided into it.
But at last it became necessary to remove them; for the world had gone to bed.

Frank, in the meantime, had told to Miss Dunstable all his love for Mary Thorne, and Miss Dunstable had enjoined him to be true to his vows.

To her eyes there was something of heavenly beauty in young, true love--of beauty that was heavenly because it had been unknown to her.
"Mind you let me hear, Mr Gresham," said she.