awoke him, and he murmured the line from one of his speeches of the
night before -


'But by immortal Providence she's mine.'


She released herself a trifle, held her head back as if she desired
to survey him apart from her, so that the ecstasy of union might be
renewed, and then fell on his neck.

The horn once more sounded, she let him out silently, and he was off.
Mrs Hopgood and Clara presently came downstairs.

'Mr Palmer came in to bid you good-bye, but he heard the coach and
was obliged to rush away.'

'What a pity,' said Mrs Hopgood, 'that you did not call us.'

'I thought he would be able to stay longer.'

The lines which followed Frank's quotation came into her head, -


'Sweet lord, you play me false.'
'No, my dearest love,
I would not for the world.'


'An omen,' she said to herself; '"he would not for the world."'