I am my own mistress in all matters, and though I don't mind telling you I have by no means resolved to accept him, the question of her marriage is especially a woman's own affair.' Her uncle stood irresolute for a moment, as if his convictions were more than his proofs.

'I say no more at present,' he murmured.

'Can I do anything for you about a new architect ?' 'Appoint Havill.' 'Very well.

Good night.' And then he left her.

In a short time she heard him go down and out of the house to cross to England by the morning steamboat.
With a little shrug, as if she resented his interference in so delicate a point, she settled herself down anew to her book.
One, two, three hours passed, when Charlotte awoke, but soon slumbered sweetly again.