"My dear," he said, "I did myself the honor of asking you to marry me, when I was simply Roger de Lysle; and, though you did not promise, yet you were good enough to consider it not unfavorably, I thought. Now, in the presence of his Excellency the Governor, your uncle, I do myself the further honor of asking you to become the Countess of Doncaster."
Miss Stirling's heart beat wildly.
"The Countess of Doncaster!" she repeated, wonderingly. "You are the Earl?"
"I am the Earl," he answered. Then he smiled, the winning, fascinating smile that was his, and held out his arms to her. "Will you go home with me, dear?" he asked.
Without hesitation, she went to him.
"I will go, my lord," she answered. "I will go."
Finis.