"When is what to be?"
"The wedding."
"Whose wedding?"
"Only that of Robert Grard Moore, Esq., of Hollow's Cottage, with Miss Keeldar, daughter and heiress of the late Charles Cave Keeldar of Fieldhead Hall."
Shirley gazed at the questioner with rising colour. But the light in her eye was not faltering; it shone steadily--yes, it burned deeply.
"That is your revenge," she said slowly; then added, "Would it be a bad match, unworthy of the late Charles Cave Keeldar's representative?"
"My lass, Moore is a gentleman; his blood is pure and ancient as mine or thine."
"And we two set store by ancient blood? We have family pride, though one of us at least is a republican?"

"When is what to be?"
"The wedding."
"Whose wedding?"
"Only that of Robert Grard Moore, Esq., of Hollow's Cottage, with Miss Keeldar, heiress of Fieldhead Hall."
Shirley gazed at the questioner with rising colour. But the light in her eye was not faltering; it shone steadily.
"That is your revenge," she said slowly; then added, "Would it be a bad match, unworthy of my family?"
"My lass, Moore is a gentleman; his blood is pure and ancient as mine or thine."
"And we two set store by ancient blood? We have family pride?"
