The 1st of June arrived at last: and Rosalie Murray was transmuted into Lady Ashby.

Most splendidly beautiful she looked in her bridal costume.
Upon her return from church, after the ceremony, she came flying into the schoolroom, flushed with excitement, and laughing, half in mirth, and half in reckless desperation, as it seemed to me.
'Now, Miss Grey, I'm Lady Ashby!' she exclaimed.

'It's done, my fate is sealed: there's no drawing back now.

I'm come to receive your congratulations and bid you good-by; and then I'm off for Paris, Rome, Naples, Switzerland, London--oh, dear! what a deal I shall see and hear before I come back again.

But don't forget me: I shan't forget you, though I've been a naughty girl.