CHAPTER XVIII.
THE INTERVIEW .-- THE CRISIS OF A LIFE.
The western chamber was that I have mentioned as the one in which Constance usually fixed her retreat, when neither sociability nor state summoned her to the more public apartments.

I should have said that Godolphin slept in the house; for, coming from a distance and through country roads, Lady Erpingham had proffered him that hospitality, and he had willingly accepted it.

Before the appointed hour, he was at the appointed spot.
He had passed the hours till then without even seeking his pillow.

In restless strides across his chamber, he had revolved those words with which Constance had seemed to deny the hopes she herself had created.
All private and more selfish schemes or reflections had vanished, as by magic, from the mind of a man prematurely formed, but not yet wholly hardened in the mould of worldly speculation.

He thought no more of what he should relinquish in obtaining her hand; with the ardour of boyish and real love, he thought only of her.