Those eloquent lashes of hers helped her speech as she replied:
"It may clear in the evening, as it did to-day. I may not take Gracie out in the damp. But, unless it rains, I shall take my own walk in the evening."
Even a smaller mercy would have made him thankful. He enquired eagerly:
"At eight o'clock?"
The fringes lifted, giving him what he extravagantly labelled a glimpse of Heaven. In the moonlight he saw all the glory of her eyes, as she answered:
"Yes."
He had never thought it possible that room could be found for so delightful a tone in a woman's voice, as was in Miss Mivvins' utterance of that one-syllable word.
"If you should find me walking on the parade at that time," he suggested, "you—you would not be displeased?"
She looked at him again. What she read prompted her to think him deserving some little reward. Casting her eyes down to her hand, which he was still holding, and lowering her voice too, till it was almost a half-whisper, she said:
"What—what would you think if I said that——"