Marion’s heart almost stopped beating for an instant, then she grasped his hand in both her own.
“Let us go to your aunt together and I will explain,” she said, quickly. “We can stop for the diamond on the way, and, oh, Ralph, don’t you see the matter must be settled?”
“Very well, Marion,” was Ralph’s answer, in a weary voice. “I’m ready to tell her, and I’ll be glad when it’s over.”
“Then you will go with me, right away?” asked the young girl, quickly.
Ralph Moore stopped suddenly and raised his head a trifle.
“No, Marion!” he said, distinctly. “I’m not such a coward! I will take your money and restore my aunt her diamond, but I will tell her the truth myself and abide by her decision!”
He looked so noble and manly that Marion’s heart thrilled as she looked at him.
“Oh, Ralph!” she cried, brokenly, “don’t ever do such a thing again! Believe me, it is better to starve than to be dishonest!”
A faint smile passed over the young man’s handsome features.
“I am free to confess that I would starve before I would steal for myself,” he said, slowly, “but do you think I would hesitate when Dollie was starving?”