The next morning he was in Welbeck Street at an early hour.  When he knocked he had not made up his mind whether he would ask for Lady Carbury or her daughter, and did at last inquire whether ‘the ladies’ were at home.  The ladies were reported as being at home, and he was at once shown into the drawing-room, where Hetta was sitting.  She hurried up to him, and he at once took her in his arms and kissed her.  He had never done such a thing before.  He had never even kissed her hand.  Though they were cousins and dear friends, he had never treated her after that fashion.  Her instinct told her immediately that such a greeting from him was a sign of affectionate compliance with her wishes.  That this man should kiss her as...