Again the young heiress was followed, flattered, feted as much as if she had been a beauty as well.
Again she received and rejected several eligible offers of marriage.

And so the second season passed.
Sir Lemuel Levison took his daughter to Scotland, and invited a large company to stay with them at Lone, thinking that, after all, more matches were made in the close daily intercourse of a country house, than in the crowded ball-rooms of a London season.
But though the banker's daughter received two or three more eligible offers of marriage, she politely declined them all, and stole away as often as she could to worship the pictured image in the old tower.
Her chaperone was in despair.
"How many good men and brave has she refused, do you know, Lemuel ?" inquired Lady Belgrade.
"Seven, to my certain knowledge," angrily replied the banker.
"Perhaps she likes some one you know nothing about," suggested the dowager.
"She does not; I would let her marry almost any man rather than have her enter a convent, as she is sure to do when she is of age.

I would let her marry any one; aye, even Johnnie Scott, who is the most worthless scamp I know in the world." "And pray who is Johnnie Scott!" "Oh, a handsome rascal; is sort of kinsman and hanger-on of the young Marquis of Arondelle; he used to be.

I don't know anything more about him." "Perhaps he _is_ the man." "Oh, no, he is not.

There is no man in the convent.