"I am your friend," said Herrick, not without a tremor in his voice, "yours to command, always and in everything."
For the moment she could not speak, but held out her hand to him impulsively. Holding the slim fingers tenderly, he bent and kissed them.
"That paper," she said, "is my father's will. Will you read it, please!"
Then she sat down and turned away her face.
Linton read the will. The sheets rustled as he turned them over. He folded and returned them.
"I knew something of this," he said quietly. "Now I understand all. You need tell me no more."
"Is Mr. Renshaw still living—is it really true that he is still alive?" she said looking up anxiously.
"Quite true."
"Thank God. Oh! God be thanked for that!"