“An hour! how long it will seem, Herman.”
“The happy can afford to wait,” he answered. “Now I will go and tell them everything.”
“Must this be?” asked Mrs. Lambert, with a touch of shrinking pride.
“Five persons must know the truth, Elizabeth. Beyond them, our unhappy past need never be known.”
“And those five?”
“My sister, her husband, Ruth Laurence, Ivon, and our child.”
“Be it so. We can trust them; for all have been kinder to her than her own mother.”
“Beyond them we will have no explanations. There must be a public wedding, and that will silence all questions.”
A soft, rosy color came into the woman’s face, and for a moment her eyes sunk.
“When the young people are married, Eva will be your daughter, of course. Chance has arranged everything for us,” Ross went on.