CHAPTER XLIV.
"MY DEAREST REST" She loves thee even as far-forth than As any woman may a man; And is thine own, and so she says; And cares for thee ten thousand ways.
-- SURREY.
Something in Elizabeth's aspect seemed to attract Cedric's attention; perhaps it was the veiled brightness of her expression, or the white flowers at her breast, but more than once he eyed her in a puzzled fashion.
"What have you done to yourself, Betty ?" he burst out at last; "you look scrumptious--ten years younger, and as though you had turned up trumps;" and though Elizabeth pretended to frown at these personal remarks, it was impossible not to laugh.

Cedric had no idea how nearly he had gauged the truth: he little knew the good news that awaited him the next day.

The knowledge that his dearest and most honoured friend was to be his brother-in-law would fill his cup of bliss to the brim.
Anna was somewhat weary with her unusual exertions that day, and after dinner Dinah established her in a cosy corner of the drawing-room, promising that Cedric should come and talk to her there.
"I will stay with you till he comes, and then I have a letter to write," she observed, for Dinah's tact was never at fault.
Elizabeth kissed her hand to them smilingly; then she wrapped herself up in a soft fleecy shawl and went out into the moonlight, and presently Malcolm joined her.
"I had some difficulty in shaking off Cedric," he remarked, as he took her hand and placed it on his arm; "he was in a talkative mood, but I told him his ladye-love would be waiting for him.

He little knew my ladye-love was waiting for me too." "No; how pleased he will be when we tell him." How sweetly that "we" sounded in Malcolm's ears! "Malcolm, there is something I want to ask you.

Will you go with me to Rotherwood to-morrow?
I must see Mr.
Carlyon.