And then in a few minutes Lily had on her hat, in place of that decorous, church-going bonnet which Crosbie was wont to abuse with a lover's privilege, feeling well assured that he might say what he liked of the bonnet as long as he would praise the hat. "Only three days," she said, as she walked down with him across the lawn at a quick pace. But she said it in a voice which made no complaint,—which seemed to say simply this,—that as the good time was to be so short, they must make the most of it. And what compliment could be paid to a man so sweet as that? What flattery could be more gratifying? All my earthly heaven is with you; and now, for the delight of these immediately present months or so, there are left to me but three days of this heaven! Come, then; I will make the most of what happiness is given to me. Crosbie felt it all as she felt it, and recognized the extent of the debt he owed her. "I'll come down to them for a day at Christmas, though it be only for a day," he said to himself. Then he reflected that as such was his intention, it might be well for him to open his present conversation with a promise to that effect.
"Yes, Lily; there are only three days left now. But I wonder whether—I suppose you'll all be at home at Christmas?"
"At home at Christmas?—of course we shall be at home. You don't mean to say you'll come to us!"
"Well; I think I will, if you'll have me."
"Oh! that will make such a difference. Let me see. That will only be three months. And to have you here on Christmas Day! I would sooner have you then than on any other day in the year."
"It will only be for one day, Lily. I shall come to dinner on Christmas Eve, and must go away the day after."
"But you will come direct to our house!"
"If you can spare me a room."
"Of course we can. So we could now. Only when you came, you know—" Then she looked up into his face and smiled.
"When I came, I was the squire's friend and your cousin's, rather than yours. But that's all changed now."