"Well, but what did you promise him?" said Helen, blushing and interrupting hastily, for she could not bear the turn matters were taking.
"Oh, only to give you the second kiss from Arthur. Come, better late than never." She knelt before him and put out her forehead instead of her lips. "There," said the general, "that kiss is from Arthur Wardlaw, your intended. Why, who the deuce is this?"
A young man was standing wonder-struck at the entrance, and had heard the general's last words; they went through him like a knife. General Rolleston stared at him.
Helen uttered an ejaculation of pleasure, and said, "This is my dear father, and he wants to thank you—"
"I don't understand this," said the general. "I thought you told me there was nobody on the island but you and your guardian angel. Did you count this poor fellow for nobody? Why, he did you a good turn once."
"Oh, papa!" said Helen, reproachfully.
"Why, this is my guardian angel. This is Mr. Hazel."
The general looked from one to another in amazement, then he said to Helen,
"This your Mr. Hazel?"
"Yes, papa."