No one will know but us two.

It will be a delicious secret.

After I have seen you safely to Queen Square and have parted from my dearest--it will be misery to bid thee adieu--I shall ride post haste to my father and tell him everything.

He will at first be angry, but he will relent when he sees your loveliness.

We shall be forgiven and Heaven will be ours.
"Panting with impatience, ever your most devoted humble servant, ARCHIBALD DORRIMORE." Present taste would pronounce this effusion to be extravagant, rhapsodical, high-flown, super-sentimental, but it did not read so to Lavinia.