Cherry gave a little gasp from time to time indicative of her unbounded delight, whilst Cuthbert was thinking pleasantly of the kind and cordial reception he had met with from Lord Culverhouse.
Both felt more or less in dreamland till they reached Abraham Dyson's house, where Cherry ran indoors again to rid herself of her finery.
When she emerged once more into the familiar streets of the city, her cheeks had lost a little of their bloom, her eyes some of their star-like brightness; and heaving a great sigh as she took Cuthbert's arm, she said: "Ah me! it is a hard fate to be a city maid and a Puritan's daughter.

I shall never see such lovely sights again! And oh, how happy I should be if only I could be a lady, and live where everything is soft and beautiful and gentle! Oh how I shall dream of it all now! But it will never be anything but a dream!" and a great tear like a diamond sparkled on the thick lashes and rolled down the girl's soft cheek.
Cuthbert had been thinking hard as he stood there in the gathering darkness.

He was rather taken out of himself, which was perhaps the reason he forgot all prudence and reserve.

Bending suddenly over Cherry, he kissed away the tears on her cheeks, and said in low, passionate tones: "Nay, sweet Cherry, weep not for that.

I will make thee yet a lady, whom none shall dare flout.