'You may burn it, Mr. Tapeall,' said Lady Sarah, as the lawyer produced, a beautiful neatly-written parchment, where Miss Dorothea Vanborough's name was emblazoned many times. 'I want you to make me another. Yes, make it directly, and I will sign it at once, and old Sam can bear witness.'
'I shall be happy to receive any further instructions.' said the lawyer; 'I shall have to take the memorandum home with me to prepare——'
'I will sign the memorandum,' said Lady Sarah. 'You can have it copied, if you like, Mr. Tapeall; but I wish to have this business settled at once, and to hear no more of it. There is a pen and some ink on that table.'
'Where did you get your roses?' said Robert to Dolly. 'I thought you told me they were over.'
'Did not you send them?' said Dolly, disappointed. 'Who can have sent them? Not Colonel Witherington?'
'Mr. Raban is more likely,' said Mrs. Palmer. 'Julie tells me he came to the door this afternoon.'
'How kind of him!' cried Miss Vanborough.
'It was quite unnecessary,' said Robert. 'Nobody, in society, carries bouquets now.'
'Then I am not in society,' said Dolly, laughing; but although she laughed, she felt sad and depressed.