"Well, has Mrs. Tom given you permission?" he asked, in pleased surprise.
Christie related her errand.
"The gods favor us!" he cried, gayly. "See, Christie! the sun is approaching the west, and before it dies out of the sky, you will be what Heaven has destined you for—my wife!"
"And to be that for one hour, is bliss enough to repay for a whole life of misery," she said, with heartfelt earnestness.
"With my own Christie! Will I ever be able to repay you for this grace, this greatest earthly blessing that Heaven could bestow upon me?" he said, fervently.
"The knowledge of your love more than repays me; for I have made no sacrifice," she said, in a low tone.
They had now reached the boat. He handed her in, pushed off the boat, took the oars, and rowed away.
But other eyes they dreamed not of were upon them. From one of the windows of the high chambers of Campbell's Lodge, Aunt Moll and her son, Lem, were taking observations.
"Dar dey go!—off a sailin'. What will Miss Sibyl say to dat?" observed the indignant Aunt Moll.
"Goin' out sailin' doesn't signify nothin'. De young gemblum wants somebody to talk to as he rows."