As plain Miss Hunsden, without a shilling to bless herself with, the Reverend Cyrus would not by any means have thought this extreme step necessary; but for the future Lady Kingsland to travel alone was not for an instant to be thought of.

So he went, and the first week of November he brought her home.
Miss Hunsden--taller, more stately, more beautiful than ever--was very still and sad, this first anniversary of her father's death.

Lady Kingsland, when she and Mildred called--for they did, of course--was rather impressed by the stately girl in mourning, whose fair, proud face and calm, gray eyes met hers so unflinchingly.

It was "Greek meets Greek" here; neither would yield an inch.
The wedding was to take place early in December--Sir Everard would not wait, and Harrie seemed to have no will left but his.

Once she had feebly uttered some remonstrances, but he had imperatively cut her short.
So this young tyrant had everything his own way.