The lady has seen the note from Mr.Calhoun ordering me to Montreal." "To Montreal?
How curious!" she mused.

"But what did Mr.Calhoun say to this marriage ?" "He forbade the banns." "But Monsieur will take her before him in a sack--and he will forbid you, I am sure, to condemn that lady to a life in a cabin, to a couch of husks, to a lord who would crush her arms and command her--" I flushed as she reminded me of my own speech, and there came no answer but the one which I imagine is the verdict of all lovers.

"She is the dearest girl in the world," I declared.
"Has she fortune ?" "I do not know." "Have you fortune ?" "God knows, no!" "You have but love-and this country ?" "That is all." "It is enough," said she, sighing.

"Dear God, it is enough! But then"-she turned to me suddenly--"I don't think you will be married so soon, after all.

Wait." "That is what Mr.Pakenham wanted Mr.Calhoun to do," I smiled.
"But Mr.Pakenham is not a woman." "Ah, then you also forbid our banns ?" "If you challenge me," she retorted, "I shall do my worst." "Then do your worst!" I said.