He saw before him a young man, evidently a well-to-do farmer from his appearance, with a calm, kind face and clear and honest eyes; and he was asking for Dora--Dora who was to be his wife and live at Earlescourt.

He could hardly control his impatience; and it seemed to him that evening would never come.
Dinner was over at last.

Lord Earle sat with Sir Harry Laurence over a bottle of claret, and Lady Earle was in the drawing room and had taken up her book.

Ronald hastened to the favorite trysting place, the brook-side.

Dora was there already, and he saw that her face was still wet with tears.