She could still try to speak cheerfully, and that was all.
"There is not the least reason, Cecilia, to be anxious about my prospects.

I mean to be Sir Jervis Redwood's favorite before I have been a week in his service." She stopped, and pointed to the house.

The governess was approaching them.

"One more kiss, darling.

We shall not forget the happy hours we have spent together; we shall constantly write to each other." She broke down at last.