"Miss Lloyd has had three most eligible offers since she placed herself under my care."
"And she refused them?"
"Every one."
"Then her case must be a hopeless one indeed."
"I have argued and reasoned with her, but all to no purpose," said her ladyship. "She is determined to have her own headstrong way. But I prophesy that before six months are over we shall have Miss Lloyd back at Stammars, tired and disgusted with a task which may look very nice in theory, but which must be excessively unpleasant when reduced to practice."
"She will always be welcome at Stammars whenever she likes to come back to us."
"You won't think me ungrateful for leaving you, will you, Sir Thomas?" pleaded Eleanor.
"That I won't, my dear. I'll never think anything but what's good of you."
Thus it was that Eleanor Lloyd, sitting in the window of her room, watching Gerald Warburton drive away, cried to herself, "Perhaps I shall never see him again!"