"Always, if you are very good to me, sir!"
George took Harold's hand, and led him from the room. Gently closing the door, he left Alma alone with his gift to her.
Long she looked at her Will. Memories, tender, and suffused with a passionate regret, swept over her being.
"O Will! Will! Do you forgive me? But for my selfish, shallow life, you would be here now!"
His eyes seemed to smile soothingly, and she could not seem to take her gaze from him.
Then suddenly Alma thought of the giver of this gift.
How good and noble George was! She had not even thought to thank him.
She was just about to leave the room, when a letter on the table attracted her attention.
"Betty's hand-writing!" she exclaimed in delight.
Opening it she read,