He told me I was his Queen, and he shall be my King.

I will be loyal to him always." To poor Lady Fawn this was very dreadful.
The girl persisted in declaring her love for the man, and yet did not even pretend to think that the man meant to marry her! And this, too, was Lucy Morris,--of whom Lady Fawn was accustomed to say to her intimate friends that she had altogether ceased to look upon her as a governess.

"Just one of ourselves, Mrs.Winslow,--and almost as dear as one of my own girls!" Thus, in the warmth of her heart, she had described Lucy to a neighbour within the last week.

Many more words of wisdom she spoke, and then she left poor Lucy in no mood for church.

Would she have been in a better mood for the morning service had she known of the letter in the iron post?
Then Lady Fawn had put on her bonnet and gone down into the hall, and the "rumpus" had come.