She had pictured herself as taking the part of a very dignified queen; of saying to this interesting subject who was dying for love of her, "Stay." She imagined his delight at her condescension, his sister's gratitude for her kindness; and now, behold, nothing of the kind was wanting--the pretty role she had sketched out for herself required no playing.
"I do not think I need make any arrangement for the little interview you promised my brother," said Miss Lyster to the simple girl.

"I have had a note from him this morning.

He is in better health, but he is in despair, and he cannot hide it.

He absolutely refuses to believe that you have consented to see him.

Unless you tell him so yourself, he will never believe it." "But how can I tell him ?" asked the girl.
"Write on a piece of paper, 'Come at the hour and place your sister appoints.