You must defy Lady Maulevrier, Lesbia, if you mean to reward my love.

But I will promise you this much, darling, that if you will be my wife--with your brother's consent--which I am sure of before I ask for it, within one year of our marriage I will find means of reconciling her ladyship to the match, and winning her entire forgiveness for you and me.' 'You are talking of impossibilities,' said Lesbia, frowning.

'Why do you talk to me as if I were a child?
I know hardly anything of the world, but I do know the woman who has reared and educated me.

My grandmother would never forgive me if I married a poor man.

I should be an outcast.' 'We would be outcasts together--happy outcasts.