Her thoughts still busied themselves with the hopeful project for smoothing Mrs.Wade's path in life.
When the carriage came for her, she took her leave with regret, but full of happy imaginings.

She had quite forgotten the all but self-betrayal into which she was led during that chat about novels.
Two days later Quarrier was again absent from home on business, and Lilian spent the evening with the Liversedges.

Supper was over, and she had begun to think of departure, when the drawing-room door was burst open, and in rushed Denzil, wet from head to foot with rain, and his face a-stream with perspiration.
"They dissolve at Easter!" he cried, waving his hat wildly.

"Northcote announced it at five this afternoon.

Hammond has a telegram; I met him at the station." "Ho! ho! this is news!" answered Mr.Liversedge, starting up from his easy-chair.
"News, indeed!" said his wife; "but that's no reason, Denzil, why you should make my carpet all rain and mud.