Hugh looked cheerfully from one to the other; he saw that they were embarrassed for some reason, and came to the rescue with his usual calm philanthropy.
"Have you forgotten what you wanted to say? When I am going to say anything, and then forget what I wanted to say, I say, 'I love you!'"
Roger broke into a short laugh.
"Thank you, Hugh!" he said. "There is not much need of my saying it, but—shall I, Hilda?"
Hildegarde could not speak. She looked up, and meeting her eyes, Roger held out his hand across the little bed,—the strong, faithful hand that had helped her now so many times,—and she laid hers in it, and felt its earnest clasp, and knew that there was no more any parting between Roger and her.
THE END.
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