“Quite true,” said Maynard, remembering; “Though I didn’t think of him, Count Francis is the very man. I know he’ll consent to see me bestowed. It’s not ten days since I assisted in making him a citizen of this proud British Empire, in order that he might do as I intend doing—marry a lady who ranks among the proudest of its aristocracy. Thank you, my dear Count, for suggesting him. He is in every way suitable; and I shall avail myself of his services.”
The two parted; one to seek Count Ladislaus Teleky, the other Francis, to stand sponsors for them in that ceremony of pleasant anticipation—the most important either had ever gone through in his life.
Chapter Eighty Four.
The Meet at Church.
For Maynard a happy morn!
It was that of the day on which Blanche Vernon was to become his bride!
His presentiment was upon the point of being fulfilled; the child was to be his wife!
Not by abduction; not by clandestine marriage; but openly, in the face of the world, and with the consent of her father!