“When will he come back? I am so restless,” said Eva going to the window.
“So am I. It’s of no use to attempt anything; my heart jumps into my mouth at every noise. What if it should prove true? Come and kiss me, child!”
Eva threw her arms around the good woman’s neck, but she was so nervously restless that her very kisses were tremulous.
“I am so anxious,” she exclaimed.
“He is coming! that is his step!”
It was Herman Ross, walking up to the door with the light tread of a boy. His face was radiant when he entered the room. He advanced to Eva and took her tenderly in his arms.
“It is true, my child; my own, own child!”
Eva looked at him wonderingly; the whole thing seemed so marvellous, that she could not at once return his caress.
“But how? tell me more!” she faltered.
Ross sat down on the couch, and drew Eva to his side. Mrs. Carter moved her chair closer.