They had referred almost exclusively to the tour, and had been made pleasant with some slightly coloured account of George Vavasor's idleness, and of Kate's obedience to her brother's behests.

Alice had never written much of love in her love-letters, and Grey was well enough contented with her style, though it was not impassioned.

As for doubting her love, it was not in the heart of the man to do so after it had been once assured to him by her word.

He could not so slightly respect himself or her as to leave room for such a doubt in his bosom.

He was a man who could never have suggested to himself that a woman loved him till the fact was there before him; but who having ascertained, as he might think, the fact, could never suggest to himself that her love would fail him.