"They accordingly hired me and my sister to personate Miss Mordaunt and a lady's-maid," proceeded Charlotte; "and we were to carry on the deceit till we got to St. Alban's, where Mr. Frank Curtis and a party of his friends are already waiting to receive you." "The villain!" shouted Sir Christopher, completely deceived by this plausible tale. "But I always admired you, sir," continued Charlotte; "and I was resolved not to be made a party to carry out the trick to the end. I should have written to you—or called to explain it: but I feared you might not believe me;—and so I thought it best to let matters go as far as they have gone now, just to convince you that what I say is perfectly true." "Oh! I believe it all:—It is too clear—too apparent!" exclaimed the knight. "That scoundrel Frank—I'll discard him—I'll stop his allowance—I'll never speak to him again! To get a party of friends to meet us at St. Alban's—eh? Just where I'd sent word to have a good supper in readiness!" "Miss Mordaunt told him all that, sir," observed Charlotte, who had kept one of her arms round the knight's neck, and had gradually approached her countenance so closely to his that her breath now fanned his cheek. "Yes—I understand it all!" cried Sir Christopher. "I have been grossly deceived—vilely treated—basely served! But I am not the man to put up with it. At the same time, Miss," he added, in a softening tone, "you are a very good girl to have saved me from cutting so ridiculous a figure at St. Alban's!" "I have only done my duty, sir," murmured Charlotte, with a profound sigh; and—of course by accident—her cheek touched that of the knight. "A good girl—a very good girl!" repeated Sir Christopher: "as good as you are pretty—for you _are_ pretty—and I've often remarked it." The arm thrown around Sir Christopher's neck pressed him gently. "And I really do not know how to reward you sufficiently, my dear girl," he added, new ideas entering his mind. Again the arm pressed him tenderly. Sir Christopher could resist the exciting contiguity no longer; and he fairly kissed the cheek that was so close to his lips. Charlotte sighed again, but did not withdraw her face. "Really this is very ridiculous!" exclaimed the knight. "Here we are, galloping along like lightning—and without any particular object that I know of. Upon my word, I have a great mind—a very great mind to revenge myself on both Miss Mordaunt and Master Frank at one and the same time!" "In what way, Sir Christopher!" asked Charlotte, in a languidly murmuring tone. "By marrying _you_, my dear," was the emphatic response. "Oh! Sir Christopher—is it possible—such happiness!" sighed Charlotte, again embracing him in the most tender manner. "It is so possible, my dear," answered the knight, "that if you consent to have me, the horses' heads need not be turned back again towards London."