"But what is she to say?"
"Well, Fanny,—you ought to know that. I suppose you do—love him?"
"I have never told him so."
"But you will?"
"It seems so odd. Mamma will have to— Suppose he were to turn round and say he didn't want me?"
"That would be awkward."
"He would in a minute if that was what he felt. The idea of having the living would not weigh with him a bit."
"But when he was so much in love before, it won't make him out of love;—will it?"
"I don't know," said Fanny. "At any rate, mamma is to see him to-morrow, and after that I suppose;—I'm sure I don't know,—but I suppose he'll come to the rectory as he used to do."
"How happy you must be," said Florence, kissing her. To this Fanny made some unintelligible demur. It was undoubtedly possible that, under the altered circumstances of the case, so strange a being as Mr. Saul might have changed his mind.