And then she could go back to Newport in the height of the fashionable season; and how she could spite the J—’s, and the L—’s, and the B—’s; make them envious to the tips of their fingers, by flaunting herself before their faces as the “Countess de Valmy!”
What if she did not love her count to distraction! She would not be the first—not by millions—who had stifled the cherished yearnings of a heart, and strained its tenderest chords, to submit to a marriage de convenance!
In this mood Swinton found her, when, under his true and real name, he once more made his proposal.
And she answered it by consenting to become the Countess de Valmy.
Chapter Seventy Eight.
Contemplating a Canal.
Swinton’s triumph seemed complete.
He already had a title, which no one could take from him—not even he who had bestowed it.