With the meek tenderness of woman, she forgave him and there was peace between them.
Several hours later he had led her out to old Hugh Glenalvan who was dozing sadly in his easy-chair.
"Mr. Glenalvan," he said, "you see my darling has risen from the grave to forgive me. Will you keep the promise you made, and forgive me too?"
"Yes, grandpa, you must forgive him, for I love him dearly," said little Golden.
So the old man forgave him, and solemnly blessed them as they knelt before him, one withered hand resting kindly on the dark, bowed head, and the other on the golden one.
[CHAPTER XLIX.]
Gertrude Leith having done what she could for the happiness of others, prepared to take her own departure.
"You will not leave us, my dear, true friend, my second mother," Golden exclaimed, as she came in veiled and bonneted, to bid her good-bye.