As Fortune had it,—Fortune altogether unfavourable to those perils for which her soul was longing,—no one watched her, no one dogged her steps, no one took any notice of her, till she met Frank Houston when he had passed about a hundred yards on through the gates. "And so you have come," she said.
"Oh, yes; I have come. I was sure to come when I said so. No man is more punctual than I am in these matters. I should have come before,—only I did not get your letter."
"Oh, Frank!"
"Well, my darling. You are looking uncommonly well, and I am so glad to see you. How are they all?"
"Frank!"
"What is it?"
"Oh, Frank, what are we to do?"
"The governor will give way at last, I should say."
"Never;—that is while we are as we are now. If we were married—"
"Ah,—I wish we were! Wouldn't it be nice?"