She looked at Kitty, but Kitty had scarcely heard the words.
"Quick! quick!" she cried; "there is something to be done—something for you and something for him." And she led Mollie to the tent where Major Strause lay dying.
"What is that noise?" said the major; "a fresh battle, eh?"
"Relief! relief!" cried Mollie.
"The relief of—death?"
"The relief of life," said Mollie. "Lord Dundonald has just ridden past on his way to Ladysmith."
The major looked dimly round him.
"It is quite dark," he said. "I do—not seem—to—understand. I can scarcely see—your face. Are you really Mollie Hepworth?"
"Yes," she answered.
"Stoop down—come very close; I should like to look at you once again. You promised, on certain conditions, to marry me?"