"Must I go?
and before you come back, too ?" "Is she determined to start instantly ?" "I cannot stop her.

You see she has ordered the car." "Then go, my darling! My own! my Valencia! Oh, a thousand things to ask you, and no time to ask them in! I can write ?" said Frank, with an inquiring smile.
"Write?
Yes; every day,--twice a day.

I shall live upon those letters.
Good-bye!" And out she went, while Frank sat himself down at the table, and laid his head upon his hands, stupefied with delight, till Bowie entered.
"The car, sir." "Which?
Who ?" asked Frank, looking up as from a dream.
"The car, sir." Frank rose, and walked downstairs abstractedly.

Bowie kept close to his side.
"Ye'll pardon me, sir," said he in a low voice; "but I see how it is,-- the more blessing for you.

Ye'll be pleased, I trust, to take more care of this jewel than others have of that one: or--" "Or you'll shoot me yourself, Bowie ?" said Frank, half amused, half awed, too, by the stern tone of the guardsman.