She was touched but alarmed, and decided that she would better hasten the wedding if only to put a stop to this indiscriminate twigging. Others were almost as pleased with the engagement as Archibald; her father, for one, who had not expected quite so early a release from parental responsibility. Joan, while a creditable child, had proven a rather difficult one, especially since his marriage. "Not that it is quite such an--er--ambitious arrangement as I could have wished, Dollykins,"--(a ducal alliance would have been more in accord with Darcy inclinations). "But young Blair is an excellent fellow, an excellent fellow. And after all, in this world virtue is the thing that counts!" He appeared to indicate that in the next world things might be arranged more satisfactorily. Ellen was as proud of this unexpected _dénouement_ as if it were an egg of her own hatching. "I didn't believe you had the gumption!" she said unflatteringly. "I thought you was too highminded to know a real man when you seen him.--And now, praise the day! you'll be needin' your mamma's furniture back again." "Oh, but, Nellen darling, what will you do without it?" "Me?" The old woman's face fell. "Why, I kind o' thought you'd be takin' me along with the furniture. Unless I'm too stiff and plain to be makin' you a fancy servant like you're used to nowadays!"--she tossed her head angrily. Joan hugged her. "I'd rather have you than all the fancy servants in the world, and you know it. But I thought you preferred being an independent modiste in lodgings. And then--you see, dear, I'm not quite sure whether Archie can afford a servant." She had not so far been able to bring him down from the clouds long enough to discuss ways and means. "Sho! He can afford _me_ all right. I'll save him money--And you don't suppose he's going to let you spoil them white hands of yourn with housework and cookin'? Not if I know Mr. Archie!..." The Misses Darcy were almost tearful with gratification, and received Archie with the sort of romantic respect younger girls accord to heroes of the matinée. "What did I prophesy?" cried Miss Virginia. "Only one season out, and already--! Such a beautiful name too,--'Mrs. Archibald Blair.' Not a Kentucky or Virginia one, of course. However, there _are_ other States, Maryland, or South Carolina, or even Massachusetts. Where did you say he was from, precious girl?" "Louisville." The sisters exchanged startled glances. "Louisville? But that's impossible. We do not know his people!" "He hasn't any people." It was Miss Euphemia who recovered herself first. "So much the better," she murmured. "I mean--Not that one would wish them to have died, of course! But really, you know, in-laws--" "And so often I think a self-made man--" Miss Iphigenia took up the parable. "So many of our Southern families seem to run largely to girls nowadays. What I mean is, a little good red blood--" "Sister!" murmured two shocked voices. Everybody blushed.