"Dearest," he whispered, "I can scarcely believe my exile is over! I received your letter this morning. The servants are so delighted you're coming. They're hustling all day to make the home fit to receive their queen!"
When they reached the Fifth Avenue home, Venna entered with a strange, trembling fear. A new life was before her—a happy life, but one of sacrifice—and sacrifice was a new experience!
As they entered the door, the fragrance of roses greeted her. Everywhere flowers! Hadly had spared no expense to have the home filled with nature's best.
"A garland of roses for my bride!" he said, gaily laughing at her surprise. "And now to the feast!" he exclaimed, leading her into the dining-room. Here the daylight had been shut out, and all the lights were ablaze.
The table was set for two, with every conceivable dainty for a joyous feast.
"Does my bride approve?" he asked tenderly.
Venna looked up at him tearfully. "You couldn't have done better." was all she said.
The dinner over, Venna and her husband went into the old library. Venna looked around and vivid memories of her life filled her eyes with tears.
"What troubles you?" Hadly asked, fearing she was regretting her step.
"This room makes me think of dear father. It was almost his room."