So a nice dinner, and a quiet smoke, and an hour's nap will help you through to-night." And the thought in each heart, beyond this one, was "Perhaps Harry will be at home." Nobody missed the fugitives.

Mrs.Sandal was sure Harry would come, and she was busy preparing his room with her own hands.

The brightest fire, the gayest greens, the whitest and softest and best of every thing, she chose for Harry's room.
Certainly they were not missed by Julius and Sophia.

They were far too much interested in themselves and in their own affairs.

From the first hour of his return to Seat-Sandal, Sophia had understood that Julius was her lover, and that the time for his declaration rested in the main with herself.