Graeme rose.
“You are very kind,” she repeated. “I cannot think to-night. We must wait—till Arthur comes home.”
He went up and down the room several times, and then came and stood by her side again.
“Graeme,” said he, in a low voice, “let me hear you once say, that you believe me to be your true and faithful friend.”
“Why should I not say it, Allan. You are my true and faithful friend, as I am yours.”
Her voice did not tremble, and for a moment she calmly met his eye. He turned and walked away, and when he came back again he held out his hand and said,—
“Good-night.”
“Good-night,” said Graeme.
“And you will see about Harry—what you wish for him?”
“Yes. Good-bye.”