The curtains are thrown unceremoniously aside.
"Mother, I did, I do know. What if he has gone before he knows differently? Will he ever forgive my coldness toward him? What shall I do? What am I to do?" Sister Jean's face is bright with gladness. At last she has done something for Sir Barry in return for all his goodness to her. She, or, at least, her words have done more to turn Dolores' wilful, yet loving heart, than anything else could do.
CHAPTER XXII.
LORD STREATHMERE'S SUIT. SIR BARRY'S CONQUEST.
"Mortgages and great relations, And Indian bonds, and tithes and rents, What are they to love's sensations?"
—Praed.
"Oh mercy! A real, live Lord to be in town, and I declare if Sir Barry Traleigh is not here, too. Hurrah for our side!"
The breakfast room is cheerful with fire and sunlight. Zoe is reading the list of hotel arrivals.
"What is the child talking about? Zoe, I trust you are not growing profane. What is that you are saying about Lord?" Aunt Adeline is busy with the breakfast arrangements, and has only caught a stray word of Zoe's exclamation.