Betty did not reply in words. She put her arms around his neck and kissed him tenderly, laying her soft cheek against his with a sob.
“My darling,” he said, after a pause, “it is too much to ask you to leave all and follow me—too much. I am only a beggar, Betty, and an outcast!”
She looked up into his eyes and he thought her face had never been so beautiful.
“My husband,” she said.
His tears wet her cheek as he kissed her again and again.
“My best beloved,” he said, “‘my own Rosaleen’! ‘Until death us do part,’ do you remember? The bond was made in heaven, Betty!”
She smiled through her tears.
“I love you,” she murmured, “and shall forever and forever.”
“Will you leave all, Betty?” he asked longingly, “all, and follow me into exile and poverty?”
“Unto the ends of the earth, my lord and master,” she answered smiling, the old Betty suddenly peeping out at him from her dark eyes; “if I have you I have all!” she whispered.