Poor Sir Charles! I hope he will be happy" (she squeezed out a tear for
him)--"happier than I am. And when he does come he can sign the deed,
you know."
Mr. Oldfield left her, and joined Sir Charles at Long's, as had been
previously agreed.
"It is all right, Sir Charles; she is a sensible girl, and will give
you no further trouble."
"How did you get over the hysterics?"
"We dispensed with them. She saw at once it was to be business, not
sentiment. You are to pay her one more visit, to sign, and part
friends. If you please, I'll make that appointment with both parties,
as soon as the deed is engrossed. Oh, by-the-by, she did shed a tear or
two, but she dried them to ask me for the ponies and the brown mare."
Sir Charles's vanity was mortified. But he laughed it off, and said she
should have them, of course.
So now his mind was at ease, his conscience was at rest, and he could
give his whole time where he had given his heart.
Richard Bassett learned, through his servant, that the wedding-dresses
were ordered. He called on Miss Somerset. She was out.
Polly opened the door and gave him a look of admiration--due to his
fresh color--that encouraged him to try and enlist her in his service.
He questioned her, and she told him in a general way how matters were
going.
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