Louis bent his head, with the heartfelt answer that he was but too glad to be permitted to go to church once more with Mary.

Aunt Melicent’s Sunday was not quite their own Sunday, but all that they could desire was to be quietly together, and restricted from all those agitating topics and arrangements.  It was a day of rest, and they valued it accordingly.  In fact, Miss Ponsonby found the young Lord so good and inoffensive, that she broke her morning’s resolution, invited him to partake of the cold dinner, let him go to church with them again in the evening, and remain to tea; and when he took leave, she expressed such surprised admiration at his having come and gone on his own feet, his church-going, and his conduct generally, that Mary could not help suspecting that her good aunt had supposed that he had never heard of the Fourth Commandment.

Miss Ponsonby was one of the many good women given to hard judgments on slight grounds, and to sudden reactions still more violent; and the sight of Lord Fitzjocelyn spending a quiet, respectable Sunday, had such an effect on her, that she transgressed her own mandate, and broached ‘the distressing subject.’

’Mary, my dear, I suppose this young gentleman is an improved character?’

‘He is always improving,’ said Mary.

’I mean, that an important change must have taken place since I understood you to say you had refused him.  I thought you acted most properly then; and, as I see him now, I think you equally right in accepting him.’

‘He was very much what he is now,’ said Mary.

‘Then it was from no doubt of his being a serious character?’

‘None whatever,’ said Mary, emphatically.

’Well, my dear, I must confess his appearance, his family, and your refusal, misled me.  I fear I did him great injustice.’

A silence, and then Miss Ponsonby said, ’After all, my dear, though I thought quite otherwise at first, I do believe that, considering what the youth is, and how much attached he seems, you might safely continue the engagement.’

Mary’s heart glowed to her aunt for having been thus conquered by Louis—­she who, three nights back, had been so severely incredulous, so deeply disappointed in her niece for having been deluded into endurance of him.  But her resolution was fixed.  ’It would not be right,’ she said; ’his father would not allow it.  There is so little chance of papa’s relenting, or of my coming home, that it would be wrong to keep him in suspense.  He had better turn his thoughts elsewhere while he is young enough to begin again.’

‘It might save him from marrying some mere fine lady.’