Then with an exclamation tears it up, and on another piece of paper, writes:
"Yorke,
"Dorchester Club,
"Pall Mall."
"Mind, dearest! Send the telegram at once, and at once I will come to you, and—the rest you must leave to me. You will?"
"I will!" she says, almost inaudibly, and as solemnly as ever marriage vow was whispered.
Her great love and trust overwhelm him, and something like tears—yes, tears—dim his bright eyes.
"My darling, if I ever forget your love and trust, your goodness to me, may Heaven forget me!" he says in a voice that makes her thrill. "I will make you happy, Leslie, happier than any woman ever was before! Every hour of my life——." His voice breaks. "Oh, my darling, what have I done that Heaven should send me such an angel!"
The tears are in her eyes now.
"I've made you cry!" he says. "Ah, I know! You are thinking of your father, Leslie!"