CHAPTER VII.
TRIED AT THE OLD BAILEY.
"OH, Mrs. Guy, he is coming, after all! He is indeed!"
Blanche Heriot's joyful tones, as she read the contents of a short letter brought in by the evening post, aroused old Mrs. Guy, who was dozing over her knitting one Tuesday evening in the May twilight.
"Eh? What, my dear? Who do you say is coming?"
"Tom. He says he must stretch a point for once. He cannot let anyone else give me away."
"The Major is to give you away, Blanche."