"I know how to manage him," he proclaimed, confidently.
Then he opened the door; along the drive the wind moaned, getting up for a gusty Bartlemy-tide.
Pauline stood in the lighted doorway, letting the light shine upon him until he was lost in the shadows of the tall trees, sending, as he vanished, one more kiss down the wind to her.
"Are you happy to-night?" asked her mother, bending over Pauline when she was in bed.
"Oh, Mother darling, I'm so happy that I can't tell you how happy I am."
In the candle-light her new ring sparkled; and when her mother was gone she put beside it the crystal ring, and it seemed to sparkle still more. Pauline was in such a mood of tenderness to everything that she petted even her pillow with a kind of affection, and she had the contentment of knowing she was going to meet sleep as if it were a great benignant figure that was bending to hear her tale of happy love.