Vyner thought he could lay his hand on it in a minute, and trotted away to his study for that purpose.
No sooner had he left the room than Rose, blushing and trembling, said,—
"Here is a book .... I meant to give it you .... before you left the Hall .... that night."
She could say no more. He snatched the volume from her hand: it was Leopardi. A thrill of rapture ran through his whole being; and, in a voice choked with emotion, he said,—
"Rose .... dearest Rose .... is this .... is this the answer to my .... to my letter?"
"It is."
He clasped her in his arms, and, with hysterical passion, groaned, as he held her to his heart.
"Here is my treasure .... Eh?" said Vyner, opening the door, and discovering the lovers in that unambiguous embrace.
"Tell him all," whispered Rose in Julius's ear, as she fled in confusion from the room.
Julius did tell all; and that very hour Vyner gave his delighted consent.