"Listen, then," he said. "I have been in love with you, Leonora, ever since that first day I saw you in New York."
"And I with you," she answered, glowing with happy blushes.
"My darling!" he cried, and caught her in his arms and pressed her to his beating heart. "Then why have you been so cruel to me all the time?"
"Because I thought you were going to marry Lady Adela, and I was so jealous and unhappy that I misunderstood you all the while," Leonora confessed, with shy frankness.
[CHAPTER XL.]
"Lady Lancaster will be very angry with us, will she not?" asked Leonora, lifting her head from his breast, where it had been resting a few silent, happy moments.
"I have no doubt she will," he replied, with supreme indifference to his aunt's wrath.
"She will not give you any of her money, I suppose?" pursued the girl.