"Too quick! It has seemed a life-time since last night, before I could speak to you! I am my own master. But you, who might have all London at your feet, they will say I ought to have let you have a season in town first." "But that wouldn't have made any difference." "No? I don't suppose it would. Nothing could make any difference to me. We'll go and live at Toppings. You like the country. I meant to see if I could not go to Norway, and get some seal fishing; but I shan't care for that now, we'll settle down at once." But this was going too fast for Amethyst. "Oh don't," she said, "don't; I--I cannot think.--It is too much.--I want to stop--to wait--not to have any more now!" She turned white as she spoke, overwhelmed with the rush of emotion; while Lucian, though only half-comprehending, held himself back, drew her on to a seat, and said, "I've done something clumsy, and frightened you. I always do." "Oh no--no--no! But oh! It is so wonderful--it is--it is like death!" cried Amethyst. She did not in the least know what she meant, and in a moment the strange rapture passed, the colour came back in natural blushes, her eyes fell, and she rose from her seat. "Some one will come. Let us go back. Let us find mother." Lucian laughed a little curious laugh, and as the music ceased, and footsteps sounded, he offered her his arm formally, and led her back into the lighted ball-room; where, at the entrance to the conservatory, her partner claimed her, and he began to remember that there was a young lady somewhere to whom he had been introduced. A boyish shyness seized on him, he turned his back on Amethyst, and went off hastily to the other end of the room. And she, away from him, suddenly found out that she was utterly, wonderfully happy, and laughed and danced with joyous glee. She did not want to speak to him or to come near him again just yet, she only wanted to feel happy, in the whirl of the music and the dancing, and the sparkle of the lights. While he stood in a corner, and thought how lovely she looked. There were other people in the carriage with Amethyst and her mother as they drove home; but as soon as they arrived there, and the "Good-nights" had passed, she pursued Lady Haredale to the cosy dressing-room, where she sat up late sometimes with a novel, or dawdled over one in the morning, when disinclined to come down-stairs. She had taken off her evening dress, and was sitting by the fire in a pretty blue dressing-gown, which gave her an unusually youthful look, when Amethyst, still in her white ball dress, came in and stood by her side. "Well, little girl, what is it?" "Oh, mamma," said Amethyst, "mamma; I thought I ought to come." She stammered a little, then lifted up her stately head, and said simply, "Lucian Leigh has asked me to marry him." "Already?" exclaimed Lady Haredale. "Why I shall never make a match-making mother. I saw that he was _epris_, but I never thought of its happening at once!"