“Why, do you think I am blind? I have seen for some time that you think more of June than of all the rest of the year.”
“Do you really mean that I can have your sister?”
“Certainly I do. The thought came to my mind a great while ago, and it gave me a great deal of pleasure, but I did not know it then. I do not know of a man on earth that I would rather give my sister to than to you, Guy Horton.”
“God bless you, Scott Wilmer; you have made me happier than I ever dared hope to be.”
“Be good to her, Guy, as long as you both live, and Heaven grant that your lives may be happier than many others have been. Have you spoken with June?”
“I have.”
“And did she give her consent?”
“She left her answer with you.”
“Go bring her to me, Guy.”