re?"

Bernard's proposal should be carried in the pocket of all future
swains. He decides "whilst imbibing his morning tea beneath the pink
silken quilt," that to propose in London would not be the "correct
idear." He springs out of bed and knocks at Ethel's door. "Are you up
my dear? he called. Well not quite said Ethel hastily jumping from her
downy nest." He explains his "idear." "Oh hurrah shouted Ethel I shall
soon be ready as I had my bath last night so won't wash very much
now."

They go up the river in a boat, and after they had eaten and "drunk
deeply of the charming viands ending up with merangs and chocklates,"
Bernard says "in a passionate voice Let us now bask under the
spreading trees. Oh yes lets said Ethel." "Ethel he murmered in a
trembly voice. [Pg xv] Oh what is it said Ethel." What it was (as well
she knew) was love eternal. Ethel accepts him, faints and is brought back
to life by a clever "idear" of Bernard's, who pours water on her. "She
soon came to and looked up with a sickly smile. Take me back to the
'Gaierty' Hotel she whispered faintly. With pleasure my darling said
Bernard I will just pack up our viands ere I unloose the boat. Ethel
felt better after a few drops of champaigne and began to tidy her hair
while Bernard packed the remains of the food. Then arm in arm they
tottered to the boat, I trust you have not got an illness my darling
murmured Bernard as he helped her in, Oh no I am very strong said
Ethel I fainted from joy she added to explain matters. Oh I see said
Bernard handing her a cushion well some people do he added kindly."

"So I will end my chapter," the authoress says; and we can picture her
doing it complacently, and slowly pulling in her tongue.

Ethel was married in the Abbey. Her [Pg xvi] wedding dress was "a rich
satin with a humped pattern of gold on the pure white and it had a long
train edged with Airum lillies." "You will indeed be a charming
spectacle my darling gasped Bernard as they left the shop," and I have
no doubt she was. She got many delightful presents, the nicest of all
being from her father, who "provided a cheque for L2 and promised to
send her a darling little baby calf when ready." This is perhaps the
prettiest touch in the story and should make us all take off our hats
to the innocent wondering mind that thought of it.

Poor Mr Salteena. He was at the wedding, dressed in black and crying
into his handkerchief. However he recovered to an extent and