When I had gone to her bedroom late that night and told her of my conversation with Charles, it had been all I could do to keep the dear girl from shouting out her happiness aloud and waking the whole household. The beauty and brightness returned to her eyes and I knew that Charles Corby was the only man for her, and whatever her family said, he was the one who would bring her happiness, never Cedric Rothbone. She lay down a happy woman in love and when I returned to my room to lay and watch the moonlit ceiling for the rest of the night, thinking of them, I was sure I was not alone in my sleeplessness, for I knew Georgiana, and probably Charles too, would be lying awake thinking of each other and the happiness they would share. I went with Georgiana the following morning to wait for Charles. We did not know how or when he would come, but come we knew he would. We had only an hour or so to wait in the summer house before we saw a boat round the curve in the river and knew by the impatient strokes of the oarsman that it was Charles.
