“It is you!” she said, little above a whisper. Then she saw the fascinating smile, and the pearls held out to her, and she came forward in a stumbling run. “Oh, you have come at last!” she said, on a sob, and found herself in his arms. The pearls dropped unheeded to the floor.
“I have come as I told you I should and you know what I demand,” he said in her ear. “Letty, will you marry me?”
She breathed a shy yes; she was clinging to him, and she put up her face to be kissed. All dreams had come true for her.
The arms tightened about her. “Ah, you wonderful girl!” Robin said. “You do not even know my name!”
“I love you.”
“I worship you,” Robin said, and lifted one of her hands to his lips. “Do you love me enough to forgive, Letitia?”
His voice sounded anxious. She pulled his hand to her own lips. “Forgive you! I have nothing, nothing to forgive you!”
“Ah, but you have!” He put her gently from him. “Look at me! Look at me well, Letty!”
She was blushingly rosily, and dropped shy eyelids. He said more insistently: — “Look into my face, Letitia, and tell me then if you have nothing to forgive.”
The long lashes fluttered upwards; the brown eyes were misty. “What is it you mean?” Letty asked.