Between the sobs that fairly tore the heart’s moorings of Barclugh, Mollie replied, feebly:
“In a month, Mr. Barclugh.”
Barclugh then took her hand and kissed it until he was beside himself; then he arose and left Mollie alone in the library.
He resolved to go to his own lodgings the next morning, determined to win his loved one by the ardor of his attentions.
Mollie’s supersensitive mind was overcome by the appalling nature of the question that was made to her; and she thought how unworthy she was to make another mortal happy for a lifetime. She needed the guidance of reflection and the help of prayer to the All-wise Being that cares for the most humble of His creatures.
CHAPTER XXXIII
When Barclugh arrived at his office on the day that he departed from Dorminghurst, Benedict Arnold was there.
Dr. Greydon had left his guest at the door and before entering his carriage, shook Barclugh heartily by the hand, as he said: