She looked into his eyes for a moment, a look which seemed to sink into his soul; then she let her head fall on his breast with a sigh of peace. When Leslie came down there were no tears in her eyes, and presently, of her own accord, she spoke of her father's death, and told Ralph Duncombe how she had met with Lucy, and how they had passed their exams and obtained the school. But not one word did she say of Yorke. Ralph noticed this.
"And why did you not send to me?" he said reproachfully.
Leslie shook her head.
"You were too proud!" he said.
"Yes, that was it," she admitted quietly. "I was too proud."
"And it would have given me much pleasure to have helped you!" he said. "Is there nothing I can do now? Can you think of nothing?"
Leslie shook her head with a faint smile.
"We have everything we want, have we not, Lucy?" she said.
Lucy blushed. She certainly had.
"No, there is nothing," continued Leslie, then she stopped and he looked up quickly.