She knew this; but to-night she would not think of it.

She would only see what she liked; and for the first time began to weave impossible fabrics of hope and happiness.

Where was he, her one lover, for she thought of no other?
She had no fear of a rival with him, not even of that Lady Adeliza, of whom she had heard, and whom she had once feared.

Now she knew that he really had loved _her_, and feared nothing; for even supposing that he would in time forget her, love had not had time to change yet.

And need it change at all?
She and her mother were going by-and-by to Europe, and there they might meet.