"Then, Mary, the whole of my life will be devoted to your happiness. Ah! I never imagined that I could ever love a woman as I do you! Oh, Mary, Mary! I do not deserve to have been made so happy by you. And you really will have me as a husband? This is not a dream is it?"
"If you wish it," she whispered; "I will do all you wish."
"All I wish, that is how you always speak; but what do you wish?"
She raised her eyes till they met his, and whatever doubts he might have held about her feelings towards him, were dispelled by that soft, yet passionate look.
"Mary, Mary, my love!"
"Harry! my love! my husband! You ask me for my love. Ah! indeed, you know you have it. Oh, Harry, do you think that all women feel this, do they love their husbands as dearly as I love you? It seems all so strange, so wonderful."
He drew her head towards him and kissed the tears from her tender eyes; suddenly she started.
"Harry!"
"Yes! my dear little girl."