“Because I saw what delight you took in the thought that you were winning the means to make a home for me, and I would not deprive you of that till I must; and because I was determined that no one should say you sought me for my money.”
He was deeply ashamed of his suspicions, and said so frankly, begging her pardon.
“We will exchange forgiveness,” she whispered, flashing a look upon him that thrilled him to his heart’s core. “I was wrong too. Henceforth let us have not the slightest concealment from each other.”
“Agreed!” he said, tenderly pressing the hand he held, and gazing with all a lover’s ardent admiration into the dear face at his side, while his heart bounded with hope and happiness.
And she?—ah, in the fulness of her content and joy even her long-lost, long-sought mother was for the moment forgotten.
CHAPTER XXXVIII.
“FOUND! FOUND! FOUND!”
“Yes, they’re splendid! they’re gorgeous! superior to the best: they must be! But what is it Shakespeare says?