If he don't write to you, I can't make him do it." And so poor Lily went home discomforted.
But the letter came on the next morning, and all was right.

According to her judgment it lacked nothing, either in fulness or in affection.
When he told her how he had planned his early departure in order that he might avoid the pain of parting with her on the last moment, she smiled and pressed the paper, and rejoiced inwardly that she had got the better of him as to that manoeuvre.

And then she kissed the words which told her that he had been glad to have her with him at the last moment.

When he declared that he had been happier at Allington than he was at Courcy, she believed him thoroughly, and rejoiced that it should be so.

And when he accused himself of being worldly, she excused him, persuading herself that he was nearly perfect in this respect as in others.