Instead of that, what happened?
Francesca drove home with Miss Dalziel before the quadrille d'honneur, and when Willie bade me good night at the gate in the loaning, he said, "I shall not be early to-morrow, dear.

I am going to see Macdonald off." "Off!" I exclaimed.

"Where is he going ?" "Only to Edinburgh and London, to stay till the last of next week." "But we may have left Pettybaw by that time." "Of course; that is probably what he has in mind.

But let me tell you this, Penelope: Macdonald is fathoms deep in love with Francesca, and if she trifles with him she shall know what I think of her!" "And let me tell you this, sir: Francesca is fathoms deep in love with Ronald Macdonald, little as you suspect it, and if he trifles with her he shall know what I think of him!".