"Well, then, yes." She gives the promise softly, shyly, but without the faintest touch of any deeper, tenderer emotion. Had Dorian been one degree less in love with her, he could have hardly failed to notice this fact. As it is, he is radiant, in a very seventh heaven of content. "But you must promise me faithfully never to be unkind to me again," says Georgie, impressively, laying a finger on his lips. "Unkind?" "Yes; _dreadfully_ unkind: just think of all the terrible things you said, and the way you said them. Your eyes were as big as half-crowns, and you looked exactly as if you would like to eat me. Do you know, you reminded me of Aunt Elizabeth!" "Oh, Georgie!" says Branscombe, reproachfully. He has grown rather intimate with Aunt Elizabeth and her iniquities by this time, and fully understands that to be compared with her hardly tends to raise him in his beloved's estimation. There is silence between them after this, that lasts a full minute,--a long time for lovers freshly made. "What are you thinking of?" asks Dorian, presently, bending to look tenderly into her downcast eyes. Perhaps he is hoping eagerly that she has been wasting a thought upon him. "I shall never have to teach those horrid lessons again," she says, with a quick sigh of relief. If he is disappointed, he carefully conceals it. He laughs, and, lifting her exquisite face, kisses her gently. "Never," he says, emphatically. "When you go home, tell Mr. Redmond all about it; and to-morrow Clarissa will go down to the vicarage and bring you up to Gowran, where you must stay until we are married." "I shall like that," says Georgie, with a sweet smile. "But, Mr. Branscombe----" "Who on earth is Mr. Branscombe?" asks Dorian. "Don't you know my name yet?" "I do. I think it is almost the prettiest name I ever heard,--Dorian." "_Darling!_ I never thought it a nice name before; but now that you have called me by it, I can feel its beauty. But I dare say if I had been christened Jehoshaphat I should, under these circumstances, think just the same. Well, you were going to say----?" "Perhaps Clarissa will not care to have me for so long." "So long? How long? By the by, perhaps she wouldn't; so I suppose we had better be married as soon as ever we can." "I haven't got any clothes," says Miss Broughton; at which they both laugh gayly, as though it were the merriest jest in the world. "You terrify me," says Branscombe. "Let me beg you will rectify such a mistake as soon as possible." "We have been here a long time," says Georgie, suddenly, glancing at the sun, that is almost sinking out of sight behind the solemn firs. "It hasn't been ten minutes," says Mr. Branscombe, conviction making his tone brilliant. "Oh, nonsense!" says Georgie. "I am sure it must be quite two hours since you came." As it has been barely one, this is rather difficult to endure with equanimity.