Throwing her hair back a little, Rose read it again. This was not quite all. There was a postscript over the page, which Rose had at first overlooked, and she was not sure that Graeme had seen it. Besides, it had nothing to do with the subject matter of the note.
“Did the thought of such a thing ever come into your mind?” asked she again, as she laid the letter down.
“Yes,” said Graeme, slowly. “It did come into my mind more than once. And, on looking back, I rather wonder that I did not see it all. I can remember now a good many things that looked like it, but I never was good at seeing such affairs approaching, you know.”
“Are you glad, Graeme?”
“Yes, I am glad. I believe I shall be very glad when I have had time to think about it.”
“Because Harry’s happiness won’t be complete unless you are, you know,” said Rose, laughing.
“I am sure Harry is quite sincere in what he says about it,” said Graeme.
“It is not to be doubted. I daresay she is a nice little thing; and, after all, it won’t make the same difference to us that Fanny’s coming did.”
“No, if we are to consider it with reference to ourselves. But I think I am very glad for Harry’s sake.”
“And that is more than we could have said for Arthur. However, there is no good going back to that now. It has all turned out very well.”