'Have you come back for good, Jessie?' I asked.
'I can't hear you,' she replied, 'you are so far away!'
I stepped close to her side, and my arm stole round her waist; she sighed happily.
'Have I come back for good?' she repeated. 'That is for you to decide, Chris.'
'You are in earnest with me, Jessie?'
She smiled. 'I saw you yesterday,' she said.
'Where?'
'When you came to see your uncle Bryan; I have been living in the same house, on the first floor, Chris, where the finest flowers are. Do you begin to understand?'
'Tell me more, Jessie. Did mother know you were living there?'
'Yes, and Josey West, and Turk also. Nearly all that money Turk borrowed of you was for me to pay what Mr. Rackstraw said I owed him. Would you have lent it to him if you had known?'