y lovely.

Oh, what in the world is the good of anything else in life but being
frantically in love as we are!

It all seems, to look back upon, as if it were like having porridge for
breakfast, and nothing else every day, before I met Robert.

Perhaps it is because he is going to be very grand in the future, but
every one has discovered I am a beauty, and intelligent. It is much nicer
to be thought that than just to be a red-haired adventuress.

Lady Katherine, even, has sent me a cairngorm brooch and a cordial letter.
(I should now adorn her circle!)

But oh, what do they all matter--what does anything matter but Robert! All
day long I know I am learning the meaning of "to dance and to sing and to
laugh and _to live_."

The duke and I are great friends. He has ferreted out about mamma's
mother, and it appears she was a Venetian music-mistress of the name of
Tonquini, or something like that, who taught Lord de Brandreth's
sisters--so perhaps Lady Ver was right after all, and far, far back in
some other life I was the friend of a Doge.

Poor, dear Lady Ver! She has taken it very well after the first spiteful
letter, and now I don't think there is even a tear at the corner of her
eye.

Lady Merrenden says it is just the time of the year when she usually gets
a new one, so perhaps she has now, and so that is all right.

The diamond serpent she has given me has emerald eyes--and such a pointed
tongue.

"It is like you, snake-girl," she said; "so wear it at your wedding."

The three angels are to be my only bridesmaids.

Robert loads me with gifts, and the duke is going to let me wear all the
Torquilstone jewels when I am married, besides the emeralds he has given
me himself. I really love him.

Christopher sent me this characteristic note with the earrings which are
his gift, great big emeralds set with diamonds:

"So sorry I shall not see you on the happy day, but Paris,
I am fortunate enough to discover, still has joys for me.

"C. C.

"Wear them; they will match your eyes."

And to-morrow is my wedding-day, and I am going away on a honeymoon with
Robert--away into the seventh heaven. And oh, and oh, I am certain,
_sure_, neither of us will yawn!

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