"Then? Yes! Then?" eagerly aspirated the young man, gazing at her in rapt admiration and expectancy.
"Then I will give you my hand in marriage. I solemnly promise it."
"Oh, you angel—you angel! You have made me so happy!" fervently breathed the infatuated lover, as he drew her, unresisting, and pressed her to his heart.
At this point there was heard the sound of light footsteps approaching.
And the moment after, several of the lady boarders opened the door and entered the room.
Craven Kyte, always shy of strangers, arose to take leave.
As he did so, he seemed suddenly to recollect something.
He put his hand in his breast-pocket and drew forth a little box, which he handed to Mrs. Grey, saying:
"It is your brooch that you requested me to get from the jeweler."
And then, with a bow, he left her.