Her cheeks flushed deep; her eyes
flashed with indignation. "Even papa can be hard on me, it seems, when
Richard asks him!" she exclaimed. She handed the telegram to Launce. Her
eyes suddenly filled with tears. "_You_ love me," she said, gently--and
stopped. "Marry me!" she added, with a sudden burst of resolution. "I'll
risk it!"
As she spoke those words, Lady Winwood read the telegram. It ran thus:
"Sir Joseph Graybrooke, Muswell Hill. To Miss Natalie Graybrooke;
Berkeley Square. Come back immediately. You are engaged to dine here
with Richard Turlington."
Lady Winwood folded up the telegram with a malicious smile. "Well
done, Sir Joseph!" thought her ladyship. "We might never have persuaded
Natalie--but for You!"
SIXTH SCENE.
The Church.
The time is morning; the date is early in the month of November. The
place is a church, in a poor and populous parish in the undiscovered
regions of London, eastward of the Tower, and hard by the river-side.
A marriage procession of five approaches the altar The bridegroom
is pale, and the bride is frightened.
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