When Lancelot reached the banker's a letter was put into his hand; it bore the Whitford postmark, and Mrs. Lavington's handwriting. He tore it open; it contained a letter from Argemone, which, it is needless to say, he read before her mother's:-
'My beloved! my husband!-Yes-though you may fancy me fickle and proud-I will call you so to the last;