I dream of nothing else." Vane looked at her inquiringly.

To his mind the girl seemed made for love.

Surely a love affair must have been the cause of the escapade on London Bridge.

How came she to be alone with a gallant in his carriage at that time of night?
But he dared not put any questions to her.

Her love affairs were nothing to him--so he tried to persuade himself.
He was now busy in tying up the manuscript in a sheet of paper and Lavinia was thinking hard.
The question was, what was to become of her?
She had no home, for she had made up her mind she would not go back to her mother and Miss Pinwell was equally impossible.