“It is a good idea,” replied Mr. Weems. “I am much obliged to you for it; I will accept it, and act upon it.”
“Would you like to see Leonie before you go?” asked Mr. Cowdrick.
“If she is willing, I should very much.”
“I will speak to her about it, and prepare her for the interview,” said Mr. Cowdrick, withdrawing from the room.
A moment later he returned with Leonie upon his arm. She had her handkerchief to her eyes.
“Leonie,” said Mr. Cowdrick, “this is Julius. He asks you to forgive him.”
“Then she Flew into his Arms.”
Leonie lifted up her head, and the lovers looked at each other for an instant. Then she flew into his arms before a word had been spoken by either of them, and as he clasped her closely, she nestled her head upon his bosom.
Mr. Weems retained his self-possession so perfectly during this touching scene that he was conscious of the fracture of some cigars in his waistcoat pocket by the presence of Leonie’s shoulder; but he bore the disaster bravely, without flinching.