"The fact that I love you, little woman, and want you to be my wife."
Betty looked at him first, with unfeigned joy,—then drew away and regarded him with speechless wonder.
"Couldn't you love me, little one?" he asked, taking her hands tenderly, and trying to draw her to him.
She held him off.
"But—Edith—you just told me—you love her as always!"
"I do," returned George smiling. "But I love you none the less. I can't quite understand it, myself."
"But I do," returned Betty suddenly. "Now, I understand why dear Edith came to me,—the vision I told you of—she wishes to be sealed to you, George, for all eternity!"
"And you?" asked George, incredulously.
"Will do the temple work," returned Betty, smiling happily.
For a moment, George regarded her glowing countenance with reverence. Then he said earnestly,