"Presently. Give me a little time. Oh, I have waited for him so
long, Ishmael," she said, with an involuntary burst of confidence.
But then everyone, even the most reserved, confided in Ishmael
Worth.
"I have waited for him so long, so long!" she repeated.
"He has come at last, dearest lady; come to devote his life to you, if you will accept the offering," Ishmael murmured, bending over her.
"Oh, Mr. Worth, I am sure that I owe this happiness to you," the countess exclaimed fervently, clasping his hand and holding it while she repeated, "' Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called the children of God.'"
Lowly and reverently Ishmael bowed his head at the hearing of these words.
"Where is he, Mr. Worth?" at length breathed Berenice.
"In the carriage outside, awaiting your pleasure."
"Bring him to me, then," she said, pressing his hand warmly before she relinquished it.
Ishmael returned that pressure, and then went out to speak to Mr.
Brudenell.
"Come in, sir. She invites you," he said.