'Ah, love! could you and I with fate conspire
To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire.
Would we not shatter it to bits, and then
Remould it nearer to the Heart's Desire?
There is Robert at last, Dolly.'
Dolly looked wonderingly at her brother. He had spoken so pointedly, that she could not help wondering what he meant; but the next moment she had sprung forward to meet Henley, with a sweet face alight.
'Oh, Robert, why have you been so long coming? she said. 'Did you not get my note?'
CHAPTER XXIX.
UNDER THE GREAT DOME.
Fantasio—'Je n'en suis pas, je n'en suis pas.'
—A. de Musset.
The wedding was fixed for the middle of September. In October they were to sail.