“June, my little darling,” Guy said, leaning nearer, and speaking in a low tone, “will you not say, now, that you will take me as I am?”
June’s delicate hands were folded, and her eyes were 178 looking far out over the water. It seemed to her that a little fairy world had opened before her, and a king, with a heart full of love had bade her enter. The lovely moonlight, the soft dip of the oar, and the strains of music which came floating over the water, falling in such melody on her ear, gave a bright halo to the little fairy world she was just entering. She could not have told why she was happy—so very happy.
“I am waiting, very impatiently,” Guy said, “just as I waited once before, and have waited ever since.”
“Guy,” she said, “it is a very grave question that you have asked. It is a question of a lifetime.”
“But you can love me, June, can you not?”
“Yes, without trying,” she said, honestly.
“God bless you, my darling; you will promise me then.”
“No, I will leave my answer with Scott. If he consents I will be your wife. His experience has been a sad one, and he will never allow me to make an unhappy marriage, if he can avoid it.”
“But, June, his wife was untrue to him. Do you think I could be untrue to you?”
“I do not know. Men tire of their wives, as well as women of their husbands.”