"There, my pretty!" said Deborah, as best she could for her own sobs. "There, there! We are at home, now we are together. Come and see the chamber in which we shall sleep, just as we slept long years ago, when you were a babe, my dear."
So, with her old nurse's arms about her, she, who had come in so proudly, went gently out in a soft mist of tears.
The Bishop turned away.
"Love never faileth," he murmured, half aloud.
Hugh turned with him, and laughed; but in his laughter there was no vexation, no bitterness, no unrest. It was the happy laugh of a heart aglow with a hope amounting to certainty.
"There were two of us the other night, my dear lord," he said; "but now old Debbie has appeared, methinks there are three!"
CHAPTER XXXV
IN THE ARBOUR OF GOLDEN ROSES
The next day dawned, clear and radiant; a perfect summer morning.
Mora awoke soon after five o'clock.