And now, I ask you, knowing as you do our national notions, was it not enough to turn it? You will not, then, be surprised to hear that when, some days subsequent to the feast, the Count Otto von Stalkenberg laid his proposals at Helena’s feet, they were not rejected.
Helena Crosby rushed into her governess’s room.
“Madam! Madam! Only think. I am going to be married!”
Madam lifted her pale, sad face—a very sad and pale face was hers.
“Indeed!” she gently uttered.
“And my studies are to be over from to-day, Mamma says so.”
“You are over young to marry, Helena.”
“Now don’t you bring up that, madam. It is just what papa is harping upon,” returned Miss Helena.
“It is to Count Otto?” And it may be remarked that the governess’s English was perfect, although the young lady addressed her as “Madam.”
“Count Otto, of course. As if I would marry anybody else!”