The rest is the old, old story. They that have not lived it are to be pitied.
When we sat down at length she told me what I had long suspected, that Mrs Fuller wished her to marry young Livingstone.
'But for Uncle Eb,' she added, 'I think I should have done so—for I had given up all hope of you.'
'Good old Uncle Eb!' I said. 'Let's go and tell him.
He was sound asleep when we entered his room but woke as I lit the gas.
'What's the matter?' he whispered, lifting his head.
'Congratulate us,' I said. 'We're engaged.
'Hey ye conquered her?' he enquired smiling.
'Love has conquered us both,' I said.
'Wall, I swan! is thet so?' he answered. 'Guess I won't fool away any more time here in bed. If you childen'll go in t'other room I'll slip into my trousers an' then ye'll hear me talk some conversation.