"Ah, Will! There was never a day, when I did not go alone to the library, to sit before your picture, and gaze into your loving eyes. George is great and good, but Will is the one love of my life!"
She pressed her soft cheek against his, and thus they sat, too filled with ecstasy to speak.
Suddenly his eyes became troubled, and a mist gathered in them.
"Dearest, how can you ever forgive me for causing you so much suffering?" he asked brokenly.
"How can you ever forgive me?" she replied.
"Sh! You must not say that!" he returned, sealing her lips with a kiss.
Just then Harold's quick ring of the bell was heard.
"George, too, or he would not be so soon back," exclaimed Will.
She arose, and opening the door, hand in hand they waited for George and Harold to ascend the stairs.
"I've got him," said Harold delightedly, as Will and Alma each grasped the hand that George extended to them.