Would he send her a word of affection, or such customary present as would be usual between two persons so nearly connected?
Would he come to her marriage?
And what would be his own feelings?
She too remembered well, with absolute accuracy, those warm, delicious, heavenly words of love which had passed between them.

She could feel now the pressure of his hand and the warmth of his kiss, when she swore to him that she would be his for ever and ever.

After that he had left her, and for a year had sent no token.

Then he had come again, and had simply asked her whether she were engaged to another man; had asked with a cruel indication that he at least intended that the old childish words should be forgotten.

Now he was in the house again, and she would have to hear his congratulations! She thought for some quarter of an hour what she had better do, and then she determined to go down to him at once.