"We will not leave her, will we? Tell her that we will not."
I echoed her words, and stepping to Mrs. Luttrell, took the frail, white hand.
"Sir," she said, "you who take her from me should be my bitterest foe. Yet see, I take you for a son."
Still rapt with the glory of my great triumph, and drunk with the passion of that farewell kiss, I walked into our lodgings and laid my hand on Tom's shoulder.
"Tom, I have news for you."
Tom started up. "And so have I for you."
"Great news."
"Glorious news!"
"Tom, listen: I am accepted."
"Bless my soul! Jasper, so am I."