A note was handed to General Ople, with the request that he would step in to speak with Lady Camper in the course of the evening, or next morning.  Elizabeth waited till his hat was on, then said, ’Papa, on my ride to-day, I met Mr. Rolles.’

‘I am glad you had an agreeable escort, my dear.’

‘I could not refuse his company.’

‘Certainly not.  And where did you ride?’

’To a beautiful valley; and there we met . . ’

‘Her ladyship?’

‘Yes.’

‘She always admires you on horseback.’

‘So you know it, papa, if she should speak of it.’

‘And I am bound to tell you, my child,’ said the General, ’that this morning Lady Camper’s manner to me was . . . if I were a fool . . .  I say, this morning I beat a retreat, but apparently she . . .  I see no way out of it, supposing she . . .’

‘I am sure she esteems you, dear papa,’ said Elizabeth.  ’You take to her, my dear?’ the General inquired anxiously; ’a little?—­a little afraid of her?’

‘A little,’ Elizabeth replied, ‘only a little.’

‘Don’t be agitated about me.’

‘No, papa; you are sure to do right.’

‘But you are trembling.’

‘Oh! no.  I wish you success.’

General Ople was overjoyed to be reinforced by his daughter’s good wishes.  He kissed her to thank her.  He turned back to her to kiss her again.  She had greatly lightened the difficulty at least of a delicate position.

It was just like the imperious nature of Lady Camper to summon him in the evening to terminate the conversation of the morning, from the visible pitfall of which he had beaten a rather precipitate retreat.  But if his daughter cordially wished him success, and Lady Camper offered him the crown of it, why then he had only to pluck up spirit, like a good commander who has to pass a fordable river in the enemy’s presence; a dash, a splash, a rattling volley or two, and you are over, established on the opposite bank.  But you must be positive of victory, otherwise, with the river behind you, your new position is likely to be ticklish.  So the General entered Lady Camper’s drawing-room warily, watching the fair enemy.  He knew he was captivating, his old conquests whispered in his ears, and her reception of him all but pointed to a footstool at her feet.  He might have fallen there at once, had he not remembered a hint that Mr. Reginald Rolles had dropped concerning Lady Camper’s amazing variability.

Lady Camper began.

’General, you ran away from me this morning.  Let me speak.  And, by the way, I must reproach you; you should not have left it to me.  Things have now gone so far that I cannot pretend to be blind.  I know your feelings as a father.  Your daughter’s happiness . . .’

‘My lady,’ the General interposed, ’I have her distinct assurance that it is, I say it is wrapt up in mine.’