"There's a beautiful fortune in it for you, Miss Bawn.

I see a wedding-coach and four horses----" "Are there plumes on the coach, Maureen ?" I asked.
"I'm surprised at you, Miss Bawn." Maureen looked startled and angry.
"Why should there be plumes on the wedding-coach that'll bring yourself and the fine husband home?
I won't be asking who _he'll_ be.

And by-and-by there'll be babies in the nurseries again, and old Maureen'll be as young as ever she was." The afternoon of that day I was called down to Richard Dawson, and when I went to the drawing-room I found him alone.
He took me in his arms and kissed me, and when I shivered under his kiss it only seemed to make him more ardent.

It was a terrible thing to accept his kisses feeling that cold repulsion; and my whole heart and soul another man's.

If he had been less ardent it might have been more tolerable.