"Yes, grandpa, but we loved each other," said the simple child, who seemed to think that was ample excuse for what she had done.
Hugh Glenalvan groaned, and remained lost in thought for a moment.
Then he bent down and whispered a question in her ear.
She started violently; the warm, ever-ready color flashed into her cheek; she threw up her head and looked at him with proud, grieved eyes.
"Grandpa, you hurt me cruelly," she replied. "Do not think of me so unkindly. I am as pure as the snow."
He seemed to be relieved by the words so quickly and proudly spoken. The next minute he said, gravely:
"My child, has this gentleman ever said anything to you of marriage?"
Little Golden remained silent and thoughtful a moment, then she answered, steadily.
"Yes."
"He wishes to marry you, then?"