And remember, Lady Clara, that, having accepted my love, you cannot whistle me down the wind as though I were of no account.

After what has passed between us, you cannot surely refuse to see me once more.
Ever your own--if you will have it so, OWEN FITZGERALD.
She read the letter very slowly, ever and anon looking up at her mother's face, and seeing that her mother was--not reading her book, but pretending to read it.

When she had finished it, she held it for a moment, and then said, "Mamma, will you not look at it ?" "Certainly, my dear, if you wish me to do so." And she took the letter from her daughter's hand, and read it.
"Just what one would expect from him, my dear; eager, impetuous, and thoughtless.

One should not blame him much, for he does not mean to do harm.

But if he had any sense, he would know that he was taking trouble for nothing." "And what shall I do, mamma ?" "Well, I really think that I should answer him." It was delightful to see the perfect confidence which the mother had in her daughter.