"No one on earth would take you for a day more than thirty--if it weren't for the solid fact of Tim's six feet of bone and muscle!" Elisabeth jumped up and kissed her husband impulsively.
"Geoffrey, you're a great dear," she declared warmly.

"Now I must run off and tell Fanchette to pack my things." So it came about that on the following Tuesday, Sara, to her astonishment and delight, received a letter from Elisabeth announcing her arrival at the Cliff Hotel.
"Why, Elisabeth is already here!" she exclaimed, addressing the family at Sunnyside collectively.

"She came last night." Selwyn looked up from his correspondence with a kindly smile.
"That's good.

You will be able, after all, to bring off the projected meeting between Mrs.Durward and your hermit--who, by the way, seems to have deserted his shell nowadays," he added, twinkling.
And Sara, blissfully unaware that in this instance Elisabeth had abrogated to herself the rights of destiny, responded smilingly-- "Yes.

Fate has actually arranged things quite satisfactorily for once." Half an hour later she presented herself at the Cliff Hotel, and was conducted upstairs to Mrs.Durward's sitting-room on the first floor.
Elisabeth welcomed her with all her wonted charm and sweetness.