“You are so good to me,” she faltered, “so good!”
“I’m far from good to let you get excited to-night,” he said, struggling to speak calmly. “You are not strong yet, dear, but I wanted to speak to you about your cousin Driscoe’s proposition before I went away!”
“Away?” she repeated as if scarcely understanding, “must you go away?”
“I think so, dear, in a day or two. Tell me what I can do for you in Radnor.”
“Radnor?” musingly, “how far away that seems! Yes, you can do something for me there—two things. See Jack and tell him all about us and hunt up Mr. Renshawe and tell him we’ve nearly won the day. Hester and I have been maneuvering in his behalf on all occasions. Tell him Nannie treads on air and that any day he may expect a little flag of truce, for cousin Nancy shows signs of surrendering. Will you tell him all that?”
“Julie dear,” bending toward her with a world of tenderness in his voice, “Julie dear, do you never want anything for yourself?”
“Yes,” very faintly.
“Can you tell me, little girl?”
“Yes,” reaching out her hands with a little childish gesture,—“you.”
“Julie!”