Now she desired to be so in love that she could surrender everything to her love.

There was as yet nothing of such love in her bosom.

She had seen no one who had so touched her.

But she was alive to the romance of the thing, and was in love with the idea of being in love.

"Ah," she would say to herself in her moments of solitude, "if I had a Corsair of my own, how I would sit on watch for my lover's boat by the sea-shore!" And she believed it of herself, that she could do so.
But it would also be very nice to be a peeress,--so that she might, without any doubt, be one of the great ladies of London.