This time the door closed with a click, and the doctor sank on his knee again by Isabel, and drew her to him fondly.
“Been thinking of what poor old aunt said, Bel?” he whispered, as her head sank upon his shoulder.
“No, not at all I only wanted you to come.”
“And you trust me fully?”
“Of course, Fred. You know I do.”
“And always will?”
“How can you ask me?”
“It is so pleasant to be told that you have the fullest confidence in your husband to be. Tell me you trust me.”
“It is insulting you, Fred,” said the girl gently as she gazed in his eyes. “How could I accept you if I did not know you to be the truest, bravest—Oh, Fred!”
“I was obliged to stop those flattering lips,” he said. “I’m vain enough of having won my darling, and—Oh, hang it!”