"I am sorry for that, my lord."
"But humanity suggests-- Tell me, now, does this Coventry hold to her? Will he petition Parliament?"
"It is very possible, my lord."
"Humph! Get a special license, and marry Grace Carden to Henry Little, and have the marriage consummated. Don't lose a day, nor an hour. I will not detain you, Mr. Sheriff."
Raby took the hint, and soon found Henry, and told him the advice he had got. He set him to work to get the license, and, being resolved to stand no nonsense, he drove to Grace, and invited her to Raby Hall. "I am to be married this week," said he, "and you must be at the wedding."
Grace thought he would be hurt if she refused, so she colored a little, but consented.
She packed up, with many a deep sigh, things fit for a wedding, and Raby drove her home. He saw her to her room, and then had a conversation with Mrs. Little, the result of which was that Henry's mother received her with well-feigned cordiality.
Next day Henry came to dinner, and, after dinner, the lovers were left alone. This, too, had been arranged beforehand.
Three or four inches of water now flooded the cave of the
to stifle us. My head seemed to be bursting; my throat
I seemed to be repelling, fighting against, some subtle
that it might be necessary to perform an operation immediately
In three strides he found his foot splashing in water.
Her great dark eyes were raised to Nayland Smith's with