It had only to be delivered into his hands.
If this is a short time for so much to have happened, it can only be said that Romance is a fairy tale where seven-leagued-boots and magic carpets are essential properties of the mind.

In a fairy tale you are here and you are there by the simple turning of a ring.
Matter--the body--is a thing of nought.

It is the same with Romance; but there you deal with magical translations of the mind.

From the grim depths of the valley of despair, you are transported on to the summit of the great mountain of delight; from the tangled forest of doubt, in one moment of time you may be swept on the wings of the genie of love into the sun-lit country of content.
Happening upon this fairy tale--as every woman must--had come Sally Bishop.

It would seem a foolish thing to think that Apsley Manor, in the county of Buckinghamshire, should play a part in so great a change in the life of any human being; it would seem strange to believe that out of a two hours' acquaintance could arise the beginning of a whole life's desire; yet in the fairy story of romance, all such things are possible; nay, they are even the circumstances that one expects.
When she walked out along the river-side that evening with Mr.Arthur, there was an unreasoning content in her mind.