"You are presuming, I think, sir," she answered, half averting her head, and shaking her shoulders as she did so.
"Don't say that, dear," he replied.
"What would you have me say then?" she retorted, with an arch twinkle in her eye.
"Say?" he exclaimed eagerly; "why, say that you will be mine, and make me the happiest man existing!"
"Heigh-ho! well, if wilful man must have his own way, I suppose I had better repeat my lesson according to your dictation."
"Oh, you dear, delightful treasure of a woman!" he murmured, as he folded her unresisting form in his strong arms, and kissed her passionately.
After a few moments spent in silent contemplation—moments too sacred for words—Fellows said, "And you do this, Jessie, knowing full well all I am and have been?"
"Yes, Ralph," she replied, looking him fully in the face, with an expression of calm trustfulness and confidence beaming in her large grey eyes.
"Did you tell your father—all?" he asked.
"That you may rest assured I did," was her reply.