“But if you mean to write for me—”
“For you!—not at all—for myself. I beg to see Lord William in the morning, to trouble him with my commands.”
“But seriously, my dear Lady Jane, do not give him unnecessary pain—for my mind is decided.”
“So every young lady says—it is a ruled case—for the first three days.” Lady Jane wrote on as fast as she could.
“My dear Lady Jane,” cried Caroline, stopping her ladyship’s hand, “I am in earnest.”
“So, then,” cried Lady Jane, impatiently, “you will not trust me—you will not open your heart to me, Caroline?”
“I do—I have trusted you entirely, my dear friend. My heart I opened to you long ago.”
A dead pause—and blank consternation in Lady Jane’s countenance.
“But surely since then it must have changed?”
“Not in the least.”