"Child," he said at last, fondly looking down at her, "is this true?"
"True that he loves me, grandfather? He—he says so, sir."
"Do you believe him, my dear?"
"I—yes, sir; I think I do."
"And I do, too, Emily. If ever I heard truth ring in a man's voice, I hear it now. But this is not all. Do you love him, daughter?"
"Yes, grandfather," she whispered, "I'm afraid—I do."
She hid her face in her hands on his knee, and the old man laid his hand softly on her head, murmuring words of prayer and blessing. As Revere watched them he thought they made a perfect pair.
"Are you able to support a wife, lad?" asked the veteran, at last, as he stroked the sunny hair of his granddaughter.
"Yes, sir; amply able."
"You have something more than a lieutenant's pay, then?"