And I am equally sure that Mrs.
Thornburgh doesn't know how to behave to _fiance_.' Robert threw up his hands in mock terror at the name and departed.
'We are abandoned,' cried Rose, flitting herself into the chair again--then with a little flash of half irresolute wickedness--'and we are free! Oh, I hope she will be happy!' And she caught Agnes wildly round the neck as though she would drown her first words in her last.
'Madcap!' cried Agnes struggling.

'Leave me at least a little breath to wish Catherine joy!' And they both fled up-stairs.
There was indeed no prouder woman in the three kingdoms than Mrs.
Thornburgh that night.

After all the agitation down-stairs she could not persuade herself to go to bed.

She first knocked up Sarah and communicated the news; then she sat down before a pier-glass in her own room studying the person who had found Catherine Leyburn a husband.
'My doing from beginning to end,' she cried with a triumph beyond words.
'William has had _nothing_ to do with it.

Robert has had scarcely as much.