The clock struck, and regretfully he got up to take his leave.

Diana rose, too, with a kindling face.
"My cousin will be here directly!" she said, joyously.
"Shall I find her installed when I come next time ?" "I mean to keep her as long--as long--as ever I can!" Marsham held her hand close and warm a moment, felt her look waver a second beneath his, and then, with a quick and resolute step, he went his way.
He was just putting on his coat in the outer hall when there was a sound of approaching wheels.

A carriage stopped at the door, to which the butler hurried.

As he opened it Marsham saw in the light of the porch lamp the face of a girl peering out of the carriage window.

It was a little awkward.