Therefore, peace reigned once more in Haddon Hall.
Letters frequently passed between John and Dorothy by the hand of Jennie Faxton, but John made no attempt to meet his sweetheart.

He and Dorothy were biding their time.
A fortnight passed during which Cupid confined his operations to Madge and myself.

For her sweet sake he was gracious and strewed our path with roses.

I should delight to tell you of our wooing.

She a fair young creature of eighteen, I a palpitating youth of thirty-five.