Easter would fall late this year,--in the middle of April: there were still three months before Sara would be married, and most likely by that time I should need a few days' rest and change.
The next morning I heard from Lesbia.

It was a kind, sad little letter; she told me she was glad about Sara's engagement, and as they were still at Hastings she and her mother had called at Warrior Square, and had found Sara and her _fiance_ together.
'I think it has improved Sara already,' it went on; 'she was looking exceedingly pretty, and in good spirits, and she seemed very proud of her tall, grave-looking soldier.

Mother and I always liked Colonel Ferguson.

He and Sara are complete contrasts; I think her brightness and good-humour, as well as her beauty, have attracted him, for he is honestly in love! I liked the quiet, deferential way in which he treated her.

I am sure he will make a kind husband.