"I will be your wife or no one's, Harry," she at last replied to his passionate pleading, and they sealed the compact in a long delicious kiss.
"Mary!" he said, "I do not know why you will not promise to marry me by-and-bye, but I will not press you for your reasons now. There is plenty of time to do that, and I know you will give in at last. Oh, my sweet! it is enough, it is more than I deserve, to know that you love me, to know that you will not drive me from you, that I may often be with you. Do you remember how cruel you were in London, when you told me to go away from you for ever, when you forbade me ever to speak to you of love again?"
"Yes, but it is different now," she said gently.
"And you really love me?"
"Why do you ask me what you know so well?"
"And I may come and see you as often as I like?"
"I did not say that."
"But I may."
There came a pause, then she said, "Promise me something, Harry."
"I will promise anything you wish."