"Mind you do; and, Mr Gresham, never, never forget her for one moment; not for one moment, Mr Gresham." Frank was about to swear that he never would--again, when the countess, for the third time, sailed into the room.
"Young people," said she, "do you know what o'clock it is ?" "Dear me, Lady de Courcy, I declare it is past twelve; I really am ashamed of myself.

How glad you will be to get rid of me to-morrow!" "No, no, indeed we shan't; shall we, Frank ?" and so Miss Dunstable passed out.
Then once again the aunt tapped her nephew with her fan.

It was the last time in her life that she did so.

He looked up in her face, and his look was enough to tell her that the acres of Greshamsbury were not to be reclaimed by the ointment of Lebanon.
Nothing further on the subject was said.

On the following morning Miss Dunstable took her departure, not much heeding the rather cold words of farewell which her hostess gave her; and on the following day Frank started for Greshamsbury..