‘Caroline,’ she said, ‘if you will have me, I will go to Monkhams.’

’Of course we will have you.  Has not Charles said how delighted he would be?’

‘Oh yes, your Charles,’ said Nora laughing.

’He is mine now, dear.  You must not expect him to change his mind again.  I gave him the chance, you know, and he would not take it.  But, Nora, come to Monkhams, and stay as long as it suits.  I have talked it all over with him, and we both agree that you shall have a home there.  You shall be just like a sister.  Olivia is coming too after a bit; but he says there is room for a dozen sisters.  Of course it will be all right with Mr Stanbury after a while.’  And so it was settled among them that Nora Rowley should find a home at Monkhams, if a home in England should be wanted for her.

It wanted but four days to that fixed for the marriage at Florence, and but six to that on which the Rowleys were to leave Italy for England, when Mr Glascock received Trevelyan’s letter.  It was brought to him as he was sitting at a late breakfast in the garden of the hotel; and there were present at the moment not only all the Spalding family, but the Rowleys also.  Sir Marmaduke was there and Lady Rowley, and the three unmarried daughters; but Mrs Trevelyan, as was her wont, had remained alone in her own room.  Mr Glascock read the letter, and read it again, without attracting much attention.  Caroline, who was of course sitting next to him, had her eyes upon him, and could see that the letter moved him; but she was not curious, and at any rate asked no question.  He himself understood fully how great was the offer made, how all-important to the happiness of the poor mother, and he was also aware, or thought that he was aware, how likely it might be that the offer would be retracted.  As regarded himself, a journey from the Baths at Lucca to Casalunga and back before his marriage, would be a great infliction on his patience.  It was his plan to stay where he was till the day before his marriage, and then to return to Florence with the rest of the party.  All this must be altered, and sudden changes must be made, if he decided on going to Siena himself.  The weather now was very hot, and such a journey would be most disagreeable to him.  Of course he had little schemes in his head, little amatory schemes for prenuptial enjoyment, which, in spite of his mature years, were exceedingly agreeable to him.  The chestnut woods round the Baths of Lucca are very pleasant in the early summer, and there were excursions planned in which Caroline would be close by his side, almost already his wife.  But, if he did not go, whom could he send?  It would be necessary at least that he should consult her, the mother of the child, before any decision was formed.

At last he took Lady Rowley aside, and read to her the letter.  She understood at once that it opened almost a heaven of bliss to her daughter, and she understood also how probable it might be that wretched man, with his shaken wits, should change his mind.  ’I think I ought to go,’ said Mr Glascock.  ‘But how can you go now?’