"I am glad too, Annette."
"Really glad, Basil?"
"Really glad, Annette."
"Then you will not go away from us?"
"What makes you ask that?" Her question, tremulously uttered, formed a pregnant link in the promise he had given her father.
"It is my dream," said Annette. "I dreamt it last night, and it made me sad. You came to say good-bye, and I was unhappy at the thought that I should never see you again. Basil, if that was to happen I should be sorry you ever came at all."
"Then you wish me to stay?"
"Dearly, Basil, dearly! I thought I would speak to father about it; then I thought I would speak to you first."
"Did you not speak to your father?"
"Not about my dream; but about your going away, yes. I asked him to persuade you to stop with us."