“What! at this hour?”
“Beg pardon, sir, but this is the usual hour.”
Alexander looked up at the clock on the mantle-piece, and saw with surprise, that it was past eleven.
“My little daughter, I have kept you up too late. You must go to rest now. Good night,” he said, taking a bedroom candle from the side table, lighting it, and putting it in the hands of Drusilla, who immediately withdrew.
She went to her room in a delirium of joy, every nerve thrilling, heart beating, brain whirling with joy. To be Alexander’s wife! It was a Heaven of Heavens she had never dreamed of. She dropped on her knees beside her bed, and fervently thanked God for her great happiness.
CHAPTER XII.
A REALLY HAPPY BRIDE.
How beautiful she looked, her conscious heart
Glowed in her cheek and yet she felt no wrong.
Oh, love, how perfect thy majestic art,
Strengthening the weak and trampling on the strong!