Then all went down to Vale Leston together.  Mr. Ed’dard was welcomed with rapture by his old flock.  Alda had been almost ill with excitement and delight, and had not words enough to show her ecstasy over her beautiful daughter, nor her gratitude to Geraldine, to whose management she insisted on attributing the glorious result.  In vain did Geraldine disclaim all diplomacy, Lady Vanderkist was sure that all came of her savoir faire.  At any rate, it was really comfortable to be better beloved by Alda than ever in the course of her life!  Alda even intimated that she should be well enough to come to Brompton to assist in the choice of the trousseau, and the first annoyance was with Clement for not allotting a disproportioned sum for the purpose.  He declared that Francie ought not to have more spent on her than was reserved for her sisters, especially as it would be easy for her to supply all deficiencies, while Alda could not endure that the future Lady Ivinghoe should have an outfit unworthy of her rank, even though both Wilmet and Geraldine undertook to assist.

There were other difficulties, for which the sojourn at Vale Leston was to be dreaded.  Gerald had been of age for two months, and there were leases to be signed and arrangements made most difficult to determine in the present state of things.  Major and Mrs. Harewood wanted to wind up their residence in the Priory, and to be able to move as soon as the wedding was over, since Franceska begged that it might be at the only home she remembered, and her elders put aside their painful recollections to gratify her; so that it was fixed for early August, just a year since her unprepared appearance as Mona.

After all, Alda was really too ill to go to London, and Franceska had to be sent in charge of her aunt Cherry and of her sister Mary.  Lady Rotherwood would be in town, and might be trusted to have no unreasonable expectations.

Poor Sophy!  Penbeacon’s destiny was one of the affairs that could not be settled, and therewith her own, though her mother could not succeed in penetrating any of the family with the horror of giving Lord Ivinghoe such a brother-in-law.

In the midst of the preparations came a letter from Gerald.  He did indeed write every Sunday, but of late his had been hurried letters:  he was so fully occupied and had so much writing on hand that he could not indulge in more length.

“You have been urging me,” he said, “to find out what my mother knows.  I have not liked to press the subject while she was so ill, as she always met every hint of it with tears and agitation.  However, at last, Lida brought her to it, and we really believe she knows no more than we do what became of her first husband.  She never heard of him after she fled from him.  She was almost a child, and he had been very cruel to her.  But she did tell us where we may be nearly certain of finding out, namely from Signor Menotti, Via San Giacomo, Genoa,