'Do you really love me so much—and—and,' she paused, for she seemed touched, her sweet lips were quivering now.
'What more?'
'For myself alone,' she asked, softly.
'Love you—oh, Olive.'
'There now, don't!' she exclaimed, turning away her face, and Allan shrank back.
'Playing with me, after all—after all!' he muttered. 'Will you please to look at the opinion of counsel,' he added, drawing from his pocket a folio document, stitched with a red thread, and with a broad margin.
'What a long story!' she exclaimed, as she glanced at and read,
'Chambers, Edinburgh.
'Copy of Counsel's opinion referred to in letter of 20th October, 1882, on the will of the late Oliver Raymond, Esq, of Jamaica, with note of fees thereon.'
'What a fearful long story!' exclaimed Olive again. 'Tell me all about it, Allan? but pray don't read it.'