“Gilbert,” said Martha, “are you satisfied with what has happened?”
“Yes,” he answered, “but it has shown to me that something more must be done.”
“What?”
“Martha, are these the only two who should be brought nearer?”
She looked at him with a puzzled face. There was a laughing light in his eyes, which brought a new lustre to here, and a delicate blush to her fair cheeks.
“Is it not too soon for me to come?” she whispered.
“You have come,” he answered; “you were in your place; and it will be empty—the house will be lonely, the farm without its mistress—until you return to us!”