"You needn't be." He paused and laid his hand over hers again. "But if it's all the same to you, I'd rather not have much talk about it—just what's said in the deed—to explain."
"I'll say nothin' you don't want said."
"I knew you wouldn't. Until the papers are drawn I'd rather you wouldn't speak of it."
"I won't."
"You're a good girl. I—I'd like to see you happy. If money will make you happy, I'm glad I can help."
"You've been very kind, Mr. McGuire—and generous. I can't seem to think about all that money. It's just like a fairy tale."
"And you forgive me—for what I did——? You forgive me, Beth?"
"Yes, I do, Mr. McGuire. Don't say anythin' more about it—please!"
The old man bent his head and kissed her hand and then with a great sigh of relief straightened and rose.
"Thank God!" he said quietly. And bidding her good-by he walked from the room.