When, indeed, she remembered the rosy-tinted lining, the unfathomable softness of that Long-acre carriage, her spirit did for one moment give way; but, on the whole, she bore it as a strong-minded woman and a de Courcy should do.
But both Lady Arabella and the squire were greatly vexed.

The former had made the match, and the latter, having consented to it, had incurred deeper responsibilities to enable him to bring it about.
The money which was to have been given to Mr Moffat was still to the fore; but alas! how much, how much that he could ill spare, had been thrown away on bridal preparations! It is, moreover, an unpleasant thing for a gentleman to have his daughter jilted; perhaps peculiarly so to have her jilted by a tailor's son.
Lady Arabella's woe was really piteous.

It seemed to her as though cruel fate were heaping misery after misery upon the wretched house of Greshamsbury.

A few weeks since things were going so well with her! Frank then was all but the accepted husband of almost untold wealth--so, at least, she was informed by her sister-in-law--whereas, Augusta, was the accepted wife of wealth, not indeed untold, but of dimensions quite sufficiently respectable to cause much joy in the telling.

Where now were her golden hopes?
Where now the splendid future of her poor duped children?
Augusta was left to pine alone; and Frank, in a still worse plight, insisted on maintaining his love for a bastard and a pauper.
For Frank's affair she had received some poor consolation by laying all the blame on the squire's shoulders.