"The new squire!" said Larry, stopping himself on the path, and looking as though a gentle wind would suffice to blow him over.
"I suppose it has been that way all along, Larry, though we have not known it."
"It was Mr. Morton then that she told me of?"
"She did tell you?"
"Of course there was no chance for me if he wanted her. But why didn't they speak out, so that I could have gone away? Oh, Mr. Masters!"
"It was only yesterday she knew it herself."
"She must have guessed it."
"No;—she knew nothing till he declared himself. And to-day, this very morning, she has bade me come to you and let you know it. And she sent you her love."
"Her love!" said Larry, chucking the stick which he held in his hands down to the ground and then stooping to pick it up again.
"Yes;—her love. Those were her words, and I am to tell you from her—to be a man."