But still--still she was free; and her heart bounded within her at the thought.
Meanwhile, Vargrave, after his solemn farewell to Evelyn, retreated again to his own room, where he remained till his post-horses arrived.
Then, descending into the drawing-room, he was pleased to find neither Aubrey nor Evelyn there.

He knew that much affectation would be thrown away upon Mr.and Mrs.Merton; he thanked them for their hospitality, with grave and brief cordiality, and then turned to Caroline, who stood apart by the window.
"All is up with me at present," he whispered.

"I leave you, Caroline, in anticipation of fortune, rank, and prosperity; that is some comfort.
For myself, I see only difficulties, embarrassment, and poverty in the future; but I despond of nothing.

Hereafter you may serve me, as I have served you.

Adieu!--I have been advising Caroline not to spoil Doltimore, Mrs.Merton; he is conceited enough already.