Chapter 25

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​​​​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌‌‌‌‌⁠The month of courtship had wasted: its very last hours were being numbered. There was no putting off the day that advanced—the bridal day; and all preparations for its arrival were complete. I, at least, had nothing more to do: there were my trunks, packed, locked, corded, ranged in a row along the wall of my little chamber; to-morrow, at this time, they would be far on their road to London: and s