Good-bye, for ever, dear Hector, and believe me when I say that, come what may, I am ever your true friend, "Laura S.McIntyre." She had hardly sealed her letter before her father and Robert returned.
She closed the door behind them, and made them a little curtsey.
"I await my family's congratulations," she said, with her head in the air.

"Mr.Raffles Haw has been here, and he has asked me to be his wife." "The deuce he did!" cried the old man.

"And you said-- ?" "I am to see him again." "And you will say-- ?" "I will accept him." "You were always a good girl, Laura," said old McIntyre, standing on his tiptoes to kiss her.
"But Laura, Laura, how about Hector ?" asked Robert in mild remonstrance.
"Oh, I have written to him," his sister answered carelessly.

"I wish you would be good enough to post the letter.".