Nora paused a moment, holding the letter tight in her hand, and then she held it out to her sister. "There it is. You may read it." Mrs. Trevelyan took the letter and read it slowly, during which Nora stood looking out of the window. She would not watch her sister's face, as she did not wish to have to reply to any outward signs of disapproval. "Give it me back," she said, when she heard by the refolding of the paper that the perusal was finished.
"Of course I shall give it you back, dear."
"Yes;—thanks. I did not mean to doubt you."
"And what will you do, Nora?"
"Answer it of course."
"I would think a little before I answered it," said Mrs. Trevelyan.
"I have thought,—a great deal, already."
"And how will you answer it?"
Nora paused again before she replied. "As nearly as I know how to do in such words as he would put into my mouth. I shall strive to write just what I think he would wish me to write."
"Then you will engage yourself to him, Nora?"