"Yes!" said I, looking at her through blinding tears. "Yes!"
Obediently she arose and, crossing to his lordship, placed her hand in his.
"I'll go wi' you, old pal," said she.
Now as our Ancient Person turned to smile at her, I saw his furrowed cheek was wet with tears also.
"Sir, when—when do you start?" I enquired.
"At once, Peregrine. We shall be in London to-night."
"Then this is—good-bye, sir?"
"Yes, my children!"
"My lord," said I, rising wearily, "I am leaving with you all I possess, my present joy, my—hope for the future, my loved Diana."
"God make me worthy of the charge, Peregrine."