She was at the doubtful hour of her life, a warm-hearted woman, known to be so by few, generally consigned by devout-visaged Scandal (for who save the devout will dare to sit in the chair of judgement ?) as a hopeless rebel against conventional laws; and worse than that, far worse,--though what, is not said.
At Stornley the following letter from Emilia hit its mark:-- Dear Mr.Wilfrid, "It is time for me to see you.

Come when you have read this letter.
I cannot tell you how I am, because my heart feels beating in another body.

Pray come; come now.

Come on a swift horse.

The thought of you galloping to me goes through me like a flame that hums.