CHAPTER LXI. HEART TO HEART.
When he came to the parsonage, which he had to pass on his way to the Hall, he saw Mr. Wingfold through the open window of the drawing-room, and turned to the door. The parson met him on the threshold.
“Welcome!” he said. “How did you get through your dinner?”
“Better than I expected,” replied Richard. “But this morning my stepmother began feeling my mouth: she would have me promise not to call on the Wylders. They had been rude to her, she said.”
“Come into the drawing-room. A friend of mine is there who will be glad to see you.”
The drawing-room of the parsonage was low and dark, with its two windows close together on the same side. At the farther end stood a lady, seemingly occupied with an engraving on the wall. She did not move when they entered. Wingfold led Richard up to her, then turned without a word, and left the room. Before either knew, they were each in the other's arms.
Barbara was sobbing. Richard thought he had dared too much and had frightened her.
“I couldn't help it!” Barbara said pleadingly.
“My life has been a longing for you!” said Richard.