It seemed she knew Mr.Robbie, to whom I had been so slenderly accredited by Romaine--was even invited to his house for the evening of Monday, and gave me a sketch of the old gentleman's character which implied a great deal of penetration in herself, and proved of great use to me in the immediate sequel.

It seemed he was an enthusiastic antiquary, and in particular a fanatic of heraldry.

I heard it with delight, for I was myself, thanks to M.de Culemberg, fairly grounded in that science, and acquainted with the blazons of most families of note in Europe.

And I had made up my mind--even as she spoke, it was my fixed determination, though I was a hundred miles from saying it--to meet Flora on Monday night as a fellow-guest in Mr.Robbie's house.
I gave her my money--it was, of course, only paper I had brought.

I gave it her, to be her marriage-portion, I declared.
'Not so bad a marriage-portion for a private soldier,' I told her, laughing, as I passed it through the bars.
'O, Anne, and where am I to keep it ?' she cried.