No more dreary rambles round the fish-pond.

Rose was happy again.
Suicide was indefinitely postponed, and Kate might become the nun, not she.

Kate was his promised wife; but there is many a slip; and the second Miss Danton ran up to her room, singing, "New hope may bloom." If Rose's heart had been broken, she would have dressed herself carefully all the same.

There was to be a dinner-party at the house that evening, and among the guests a viscount recently come over to shoot moose.

The viscount was forty, but unmarried, with a long rent-roll, and longer pedigree; and who knew what effect sparkling hazel eyes and gold-bronzed hair, and honeyed smiles, might have upon him?
So Eunice was called in, and the auburn tresses freshly curled, and a sweeping robe of silvery silk, trimmed with rich lace, donned.