Finis

And sleeping, she dreamed. It seemed to her that the count and Sir
Norman were before her, in her chamber in the old house on London
Bridge, tossing her heart between them like a sort of shuttlecock.
By-and-by, with two things like two drumsticks, they began hammering
away at the poor, little, fluttering heart, as if it were an anvil and
they were a pair of blacksmiths, while the loud knocks upon it resounded
through the room. For a time, she was so bewildered that she could not
comprehend what it meant; but, at last, she became conscious that some
one was rapping at the door. Pressing one hand over her startled heart,
she called "Come in!" and the door opened and George entered.

"Count L'Estrange commands me to inform you, fair lady, that he will
do himself the pleasure of visiting you immediately, with Sir Norman
Kingsley, if you are prepared to receive them."

"With Sir Norman Kingsley!" repeated Leoline, faintly. "I-I am afraid I
do not quite understand."

"Then you will not be much longer in that deplorable state," said
George, backing out, "for here they are."

"Pardon this intrusion, fairest Leoline," began the count, "but Sir
Norman and I are about to start on a journey, and before we go, there is
a little difference of opinion between us that you are to settle."