“What is all this?” exclaimed Flora, opening the door, “—is every one gone mad?”
Many were the voices that answered.
“Well, I am glad, and I hope the Andersons will make an apology. But where is poor Meta? Quite forgotten?”
“Meta would not wonder if she knew all,” said the doctor, turning, with a sweet smile that had in it something, nevertheless, of apology.
“Oh, I am so glad—so glad!” said Meta, her eyes full of tears, as she came forward.
And there was no helping it; the first kiss between Margaret May and Margaret Rivers was given in that overflowing sympathy of congratulation.
The doctor gave her his arm to take her to the carriage, and, on the way, his quick warm words filled up the sketch of Norman’s behaviour; Meta’s eyes responded better than her tongue, but, to her good-bye, she could not help adding, “Now I have seen true glory.”
His answer was much such a grip as her poor little fingers had already received, but though they felt hot and crushed all the way home, the sensation seemed to cause such throbs of joy, that she would not have been without it.