Often, in the midst of scenes so gay and rich as to amaze her, she had recalled the springtime in the budding woods, with an ardent boy beside her, worshipping her with adoring eyes.

She had lived close to Nature then, and Content once or twice peeped forth at her from its covert with calm and gentle eyes.

She had known pleasure since then, joy, delight, but never content.

However, it was too late now.

Mr.Lancaster and her mother had won the day; she had at last accepted him and an establishment.