“So you have not married Gregory yet?” he questioned, and laughed triumphantly when he saw the answer in her shining eyes.
“No,” she said softly, “it is certain that I will never marry him.”
Wyllard drew her back still further with a compelling grasp.
“Why?” he asked.
Agatha looked up at him, and then turned her eyes away.
“I was waiting for you,” she said simply.
Then he took her in his arms and kissed her before he turned, still with her hand in his, to face the others who were now flocking back to the house. In another moment they went in together, amid a confused clamor of good wishes.
THE END
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