"Yes, but you?"
"I shall try to keep your golden head in sight, little girl! For the rest—I have a small income—my father's. I must tell you about him and my mother, some day; and I shall write—write; and men and women may read what they might not be willing to listen to."
"I see! And oh! how rich and bright the way on ahead looks! Just when I thought the clouds were crushing me, they opened and I saw——"
"What, Priscilla?"
"You!"
"And now," Travers got upon his feet and drew her up; "do you know what is going to happen?"
"Can anything more happen to-day?"
"We are going to Master Farwell's, you and I. We are going to take him with us to the little chapel down the Channel; there we'll leave Priscilla Glenn, and, in her place, bring Priscilla Travers forth."
The colour rose to the thin, radiant face.
"And may we take John Boswell, too?"