But Alfred's mind was resolved.

The foolish youth answered with his heart in his mouth, and barely whispering, "If you will look in your glass to-night, you will see." The next moment Fanny's head had fallen into the waistcoat--Alfred Dinks's arms were embracing her.

He perceived the perfume from her abundant hair.

He was frightened, and excited, and pleased.
"Dear Alfred!" "Dear Fanny!" "Come Hope, dear, it is very late," said Mrs.Dinks in the ball-room, alarmed at the long absence of Fanny and Alfred, and resolved to investigate the reason of it.
The lovers heard the voice, and were sitting quietly just a little apart, as Mrs.Dinks and her retinue came out.
"Aren't you afraid of taking cold, Miss Newt ?" inquired Alfred's mother.
"Oh not at all, thank you, I am very warm.

But you are very wise to go in, and I shall join you.