She had dwelt upon it, she had even speculated upon the possibility of an acceptance of his proposal.

Why not?
She knew no man more gentle at heart, more gallant in soul, more noble in spirit than he.

That, too, she had turned over and over in her mind.
She admired Frank Yeovil.

He was a likable man, frank by nature as well as name and brave, sunny in disposition and ardently devoted to her.

When the betrothal had been made at her uncle's urgent insistence that she accept Captain Yeovil's suit, it had been a great match for her, for the d'Aumeniers were impoverished exiles, while the Yeovils were a rich family and of a line almost as long as her own.