The former playful glee is still alive in Fanny's buoyant and lively manner.

Her gaiety at times subsides to gaze upon Lady Rosamond's thoughtful face.

The heart of this maiden is still fancy free.

Guy Trevelyan is not disappointed in his sister, he being yet the dearest object of her heart.
"Dearest Maude," cried Fanny, in rapturous delight, "will we not form a happy family when Mary joins us." "One would consider you a happy family already if happiness bears comparison by merriment," ventured a well-known voice from the outside apartment--a voice that had power to stir the soul of Lady Rosamond to its lowest depths, and kindle the smouldering passion time had vainly tried to smother into a fierce and steady flame.

Strange that her ladyship must pass another fiery ordeal--that she must add more sorrow to her hitherto sad, eventful life.
No quivering lip or trembling form gave hope to Guy Trevelyan as he pressed the small white hand of one whom he loved tenderly and passionately--one whose image had been engraven upon his memory since he had given his boyish affections to the lovely, high-born, gentle girl, when a guest at Government House in Fredericton.