Was not such a love a thousand times sweeter than that of some girl who had been hurried from drawing-room to drawing-room, and perhaps from one vow of constancy to another for half-a-dozen years?
The adventure was very sweet.

But how was it to end?
His uncle might live these ten years, and he had not the heart,--nor yet the courage,--to present her to his uncle as his bride.
When he reached Ennis that evening there was a despatch marked "Immediate," from his aunt Lady Scroope.

"Your uncle is very ill;--dangerously ill, we fear.

His great desire is to see you once again.

Pray come without losing an hour." Early on the following morning he started for Dublin, but before he went to bed that night he not only wrote to Kate O'Hara, but enclosed the note from his aunt.