“Oh, really! Has it come to this? Then you are in love with him already and my warning comes too late, does it? Answer me! Do you fancy yourself in love with him.”
“Aunt Frances, you have no right to ask me that question,” said Starr steadily, her cheeks very red and her eyes very bright.
Michael was sitting bolt upright on the couch now, utterly forgetful of the dishonor of eavesdropping, fairly holding his breath to listen and straining his ears that he might lose no slightest word. He was devouring the dear, straight, little form in the doorway with his eyes, and her every word fell on his tired heart like raindrops in a thirsty land, making the flowers of hope spring forth and burst into lovely bloom.
“Well, I do ask it!” snapped the aunt hatefully. “Come, answer me, do you love him?”
“That, Aunt Frances, I shall never answer to anybody but Michael. I must refuse to hear another word on this subject.”
“Oh, very well, good-bye. I’ll leave you to your silly fate, but don’t expect me to help you out of trouble if you get into it. I’ve warned you and I wash my hands of you,” and the angry woman flouted out to her waiting car, but the girl stood still in the doorway and said with dignity:
“Good afternoon, Aunt Frances. I shall never ask your help in any way.”
Starr watched the car out of sight, great tears welling into her eyes and rolling down her cheeks. Michael sat breathless on the couch and tried to think what he ought to do; while his very being was rippling with the joy of the words she had spoken.
Then she turned and saw him, and he stood up and held out his arms.
“Starr, my little Starr! My darling! Did you mean all you said? Would you really marry me? I’ve loved you always, Starr, since first I saw you a tiny little child; I’ve loved your soft baby kisses and those others you gave me later when you were a little girl and I an awkward boy. You never knew how dear they were, nor how I used to go to sleep at night dreaming over and over again, those kisses on my face. Oh, Starr! answer me? Did you mean it all? And could you ever love me? You said you would answer that question to no one else but me. Will you answer it now, darling?”