He caught at his storming pulses and took a new step towards her. But at that she backed from him.
“No,” she said, “if you have done wrong, if for one moment you think you have done wrong, you must not stay here, not with me, any longer.”
Understanding came to him.
“No, I do not think it,” he said. “Why should I, unless to dream of my being worthy of you was a presumption? But that is too late an apology now. Yolande, will you marry me?”
She gave a sigh of heavenly rapture, and came and put her sweet hand trustingly into his.
“O, yes, Louis, if God will let me!”
He cried “Amen!” and caught her to him again in an ecstasy.
“Why should He not, my bird, my love, my dear, dear angel?”
“He must speak through my father first.”
He laughed in triumphant confidence.