Here was the very opportunity he had been looking for so long. He felt that he must take possession of it at once.
“Because I love you,” he answered. “You must have known that I have been in love with you ever since I first saw you, Molly. Don’t you believe me?”
“Yes, I know it,” she replied, looking at him with the love-light shining in her own eyes.
“And your answer, Molly? What can you say to me?”
“Only that I love you too,” she murmured.
I do not know what my spinster readers will think, but the fact remains that the paddock they were crossing was a large one, some twenty acres in extent. It was almost in the centre of this open space that he proposed to her, and she, brazen creature, at his suggestion, I will admit, stooped from her saddle and permitted him to kiss her where all the world might see.
It was between three and four o’clock that afternoon when Godfrey reached home. He had waited at the little village inn until the carriage, which he had sent for to convey her home, arrived from the Court. Then, when he had promised to ride over in the morning in order to interview her father, he watched her drive off and had afterward departed himself to his own abode.
“Well, Godfrey, and what sort of a day have you had?” asked Miss Kitty, as they stood in the drawing-room before the fire.
“Splendid,” he answered. “I was awfully cut up at one time, but on the whole it has been one of the best days in my life.”