All the light short nights I lay awake, wondering what was going to become of my life.
And Rachel?
Was she mindful of the promise she had given me on that night?
Alas! no, my dears.

She was absorbed in her Arthur.

They went here and there together; they were ever side by side, dreaming away the time; seeming lost to every one else in their happiness.

I should have thought that Rachel had forgotten all her confession to me, all that had passed between us on the subject, but for a piteous look which she gave me now and again when no one was by.
At last an early day was fixed for the marriage, and a wonderful trousseau came down from London for Rachel.

The pretty things were hardly looked at by her, and packed away out of sight.