Of course she loved him with all her heart.

He was in all respects one made to be loved by a woman;--and then what else had she ever had to love?
When once it was arranged that he should be allowed to speak to her, the thing was done.

She did not at once tell him that it was done.

She took some few short halcyon weeks to dally with the vow which her heart was ready to make; but those around her knew that the vow had been inwardly made; and those who were anxious on her behalf with a new anxiety, with a new responsibility, redoubled their inquiries as to John Caldigate.

How would Robert Bolton or Mrs.Robert excuse themselves to that frightened miserable mother if at last it should turn out that John Caldigate was not such as they had represented him to be?
But no one could pick a hole in him although many attempts to pick holes were made.