It really looks as if I was going to be married.

In fact, I've said I would be, and I think it likely I shall keep my word.

My name will be Mrs.Dalmaine.

Don't you remember Mr.Egremont speaking of Mr.Dalmaine and calling him names?
From that moment I made up my mind that he must be a very nice man, and when we made his acquaintance I found that I wasn't so far wrong.

You see, poor Mr.Egremont so hates everything and everybody that's practical.