He bent down and kissed her fondly, and then--then--ah, who can repeat truly the conversation of lovers, who can write down coldly all the fond, foolish words, the tender endearments, that go to make up the happy time that succeeds the little word "yes?"
The music in the distance ceased, there was the noise of approaching feet, and Victoria sprang to her feet quickly.
"We must go back to the ball-room, Mr. Macjean."
"Mr. Macjean!"
"Well, then, 'Angus.'"
"Ah, that's much better," he said gaily, giving her his arm. "You are no doubt engaged for the next dance, but I cannot give you up so soon. Now I've got you I'll keep you for ever."
"Ever's a long time," laughed Victoria, whose face was beaming with smiles, as she looked at her handsome young lover walking so proudly beside her.
"It won't be long enough for me," he said fondly, and they passed into the brilliant ball-room at peace with themselves and the world.
On the way they met Eustace, who glanced keenly at both of them, and then held out his hands with a laugh.
"I congratulate you both," he said, smiling; "you will both be happy--till you get tired of one another."