She had beauty, she had wit, she had culture, and the fair fabrics of Spanish Town shops gave to her attractions a setting which would have amazed and entranced Master Newcombe or our good Dickory.

The soul of Captain Vince was fired, and each time he met Kate and talked with her the fire grew brighter.
He had never considered himself a marrying man, but that was because he had never met any one he had cared to marry.

Now things were changed.
Here was a girl he had known but for a few days, and already, in his imagination, he had placed her in the drawing-rooms of the English home he hoped soon to inherit, more beautiful and even more like a princess than any noble dame who was likely to frequent those rooms.

In fancy he had seen her by his side, walking through the shaded alleys of his grand old gardens; he had looked proudly upon her as she stood by him in the assemblages of the great; in fact, he had fallen suddenly and absolutely in love with her.

When he was away from her he could not quite understand this condition of things, but when he was with her again he understood it all.