Of course he put his arm round her waist,--but it was first necessary that he should once more disembarrass himself of his hat,--and then her head was upon his breast.

"Dearest Lizzie!" he said.
"Dearest Frederic!" she murmured.
"I shall write to my mother to-night," he said.
"Do, do;--dear Frederic." "And she will come to you at once, I am sure." "I will receive her and love her as a mother," said Lizzie, with all her energy.

Then he kissed her again,--her forehead and her lips,--and took his leave, promising to be with her at any rate on Wednesday.
"Lady Fawn!" she said to herself.

The name did not sound so well as that of Lady Eustace.

But it is much to be a wife; and more to be a peeress..