"Very well," said Alma, but don't stay too late."
With a boy's caress for both parents he was gone.
Alma and Will together cleared away the supper.
When they had finished, they retired to the sitting-room. Will seated himself in a big arm-chair, and gently pulled Alma down upon his knee, in the same old, loving manner.
She nestled up to him, and, resting her head upon his breast, she looked up into his face in quiet rapture.
His eyes looked down at her with the gaze of a hungry soul, not yet satisfied.
"I cannot bear to be away from you one hour, dearest," he said. "I am always fearing something will snatch you from my arms again. We are not out of the woods yet."
"How foolish, Will," she said, smiling brightly, "You must trust George. He can do anything, you know."
"George! What a friend! I wonder you did not completely forget your Will, when by his side!"
She sighed gently at the thought of those days.