Melancholy though they were, these considerations had not the power to depress Selina for long. Letty’s love affair might not attain the heights of drama, but it was still a very romantic story; and there was comfort in the thought that without her cousin’s assistance she would have been hard put to it to have contrived a clandestine meeting with her suitor. Selina’s good offices had not been required to promote her elder sisters’ espousals; and nothing, in her opinion, could have been more insipid than Maria’s marriage to Mr. Thistleton unless it were Fanny’s betrothal to Mr. Humby: an event which had taken place on the previous evening. Neither lady had encountered the least opposition, each gentleman being possessed of a genteel fortune, and a situation in life which made him a very eligible suitor. Fanny’s betrothal was perhaps more tolerable than Maria’s, Mr. Humby having been unknown to the Thornes until he began to dangle after her. This, it must be allowed, was less deplorable than Maria’s marriage to John Thistleton, whom she had known all her life; but Miss Selina Thorne was going to think herself pretty hardly used if Fate did not provide for her a dashing lover of such hopeless ineligibility as must assure for her the most determined parental opposition, accompanied by persecution, which she would bear with the greatest heroism, and culminating in an elopement. Pending the appearance on the horizon of this gentlemen, she was prepared to throw herself heart and soul into Letty’s cause. She found no difficulty in crediting Cardross with all the attributes of a tyrant; and if Mr. Allandale’s propriety seemed at first to indicate that there was little hope of his engaging on any desperate action she soon decided that this was the expression not of an innate respectability, but of interesting reserve.

She was giving Letty an account of the degrading congratulations which had greeted the news of Fanny’s betrothal when she caught sight of Mr. Allandale approaching the house. She at once put her plan into execution, flying with such swift feet down the stairs that she reached the front door considerably in advance of him, and found herself inviting only the ambient air to come in and fear nothing. However, Mr. Allandale soon arrived; and from having rehearsed (though involuntarily) her speech of welcome she was able to improve on it. “I knew you would not fail!” she uttered. “I will lead you to her immediately. Do not fear that you will interrupted! Not a soul knows of your coming! Hush!”

Mr. Allandale, already surprised to find the front door being held open by one of the daughters of the house, blinked at her. “I beg your pardon?” he said.

“Do not speak so loud!” she admonished him. “The servants must not suspect your presence.”

“But how is this?” he demanded. “Is not Mrs. Thorne at home?”

“No, no, you have nothing to fear!” she assured him. “She and my sister are gone into the City. If they should return, you may depend on me to warn you of their approach!”

“I should not be here,” he said, looking vexed. “It is quite improper for me to be visiting the house in Mrs. Thorne’s absence.”

She was somewhat daunted by this prosaic attitude, but she made a gallant recover. “This is no time to be considering the proprieties!” she said earnestly. “Your case is now desperate, and strive though she may to support her spirits under this crushing blow, my cousin is in the greatest affliction! You must come to her immediately!”

The thought of his Letty’s agony made Mr. Allandale turn pale; but still he hung back. “I had not supposed that the assignation was of a clandestine nature,” he said. “I cannot think it right! I assured Lord Cardross that such conduct was repugnant to me, and to be visiting your cousin behind his back, and in such a way, cannot be thought to be the part of a man of honour!”

None of Selina’s romantic schemes had included a lover who had to be urged into the presence of his inamorata, and could she but have found a substitute to take his place in the drama she would then and there have thrust Mr. Allandale out of the house. But since she knew of no substitute, and was rather doubtful of Letty’s willingness to accept one, she was obliged to make the best of the unpromising material to her hand. “I am persuaded you will not permit such trifling scruples to keep you from Letty’s side!” she said. “Only consider her agitation! She is quite worn down by despair, and I should not wonder at it if her mind were to become wholly overset!”

Mr. Allandale was but human. The dreadful picture conjured up by these words took from him all power of resistance, and without further argument he followed Selina up the stairs.

“I have brought him to you, dearest!” announced Selina, throwing open the door into the drawing-room.

Mr. Allandale’s afflicted love, who had been trying the effect of a slightly different tilt to her fetching new hat, turned away from the look-glass, and showed him a countenance glowing with health and beauty. “Thank goodness you are come!” she said. “I have been quite in a worry, thinking that perhaps you might not be able to. To be sure, I should have known that you would contrive it by some means or other. Dear Jeremy!”

Selina could have improved upon this speech, but she had no fault to find with the way in which Letty cast herself upon Mr. Allandale’s broad bosom, and flung both arms about his neck. This was a spectacle which might well have impelled Cardross to have consigned his ward to a strict seminary for young ladies of quality, but it afforded Selina intense, if vicarious, gratification. Lingering for long enough to see that Mr. Allandale, his propriety notwithstanding, was returning this artless embrace with a fervour that made Letty squeak, and protest that he was crushing her ribs, she withdrew reluctantly, to take up a post of vantage on the half-landing.

Mr. Allandale, casting an uneasy glance over his shoulder, was relieved to see that she had left the room. Relaxing his hold on Letty, he said seriously: “You know, my love, this is not at all the thing! That cousin of yours—!”

“Oh, do not mind her!” Letty said. “She will never betray us!”

“No, but for a girl of her age—why, she is not yet out, I believe! It is very shocking.”

“Fiddle!” said Letty, drawing him to the sofa, and sitting down beside him there. “We have so much to discuss, Jeremy! This dreadful news which you sent me! Six weeks! Oh, dearest, pray tell them you won’t go!”

Mr. Allandale was by this time pretty well acquainted with his love, but this ingenuous plea startled him. “Not go! But, my sweetest life—!”

“It is too soon!” she urged. “If you are to sail in six weeks’ time, only consider the difficulties that confront us! I have the most melancholy persuasion that I can never, in so short a time, prevail upon Giles to consent to our marriage.”

He possessed himself of her hands, and sat holding them in a close grasp. “Letty, you will never prevail upon him to do so,” he said heavily.

She stared at him, her eyes round in astonishment. “‘Never? Oh, how absurd! Of course I shall! It is merely that this comes so suddenly, before he has grown accustomed to the notion, you know!”

He shook his head. “He will do everything that lies within his power to prevent our marriage. I have been as sure as a man may be of that ever since the day I called in Grosvenor Square. Nor can I blame him. From the worldly standpoint—”

“Well, I can blame him!” Letty interrupted, her eyes flashing, and her colour considerably heightened. “If I do not care a fig for worldly considerations I am sure he need not! And if my happiness means so little to him I shall think myself perfectly justified in marrying you in despite of anything he may say!”

He got up, and began to pace about the room, kneading one fist into the palm of his other hand. “If it were only possible! I do not know but what, with this appointment and my prospects, which I do not scruple to say are excellent, I too should think myself justified—But it is to no purpose! Circumstances have placed us wholly in his power.”

“What?” cried Letty. “No such thing! I am not in anyone’s power, and I hope you are not either!”

“You are under age,” he said gloomily.

“Oh, well, yes!” she conceded. “But if we were to be married he would be obliged to countenance it, because he would dislike excessively to make a scandal.”

He was silent for a moment. When he did speak it was in a voice of deep mortification, and as though the words were forced from him. “In his power—because I am unable to support a wife. That is what renders my position so hopeless!”

“I would try not to be expensive,” offered Letty.

He threw her a warm look, but said: “You are used to enjoy the elegancies of life. As my affairs now stand I cannot even offer you its comforts. To remove you from the protection of your brother only to place you in a situation where you would be obliged to practise the most stringent economy would be the action of a scoundrel! I must not—indeed, I will not do it!”

“No, for I don’t think I could practise stringent economies,” agreed Letty, considering the matter in an impartial spirit. “But we could live upon my expectations, couldn’t we?”

“Borrow on your expectations? No!—a thousand times no!” declared Mr. Allandale, with every evidence of repulsion.

“Well, it is what Nell’s brother does,” argued Letty. “I don’t know precisely how he contrives to do it, but if he can I am persuaded I could too, for mine are much better than his, you know.”

“Put it out of your mind!” begged Mr. Allandale, blanching visibly at the appalling vision of debt conjured up by her artless suggestion. “Nothing shall prevail upon me to take Lord Dysart for my model!”