The blush that rose to her face betrayed her heart without words, and Mrs. Wylde said tenderly:
“Go, dear; we will excuse you.”
Juliette took her trembling hand and led her to the door. Then she kissed her fondly.
“Bless you both, dear!” she said earnestly, and went back to the guests.
But little Charley, now almost five years old, followed his newfound mother.
Norman was waiting in the flower-wreathed summerhouse, and at one glance into each other’s eyes the two read each other’s heart.
“You will not send me away again, my darling!” he murmured, as he clasped her to his heart in passionate love.
A few weeks sufficed for their second courtship. They were married on the same day with Arthur Osborne and Juliette Ives. Both the brides looked wonderfully beautiful, and both the bridegrooms handsome and happy.
In the spring they all went back to America. Juliette’s home was to be in New York, but not the least of Pansy’s pleasures was the fact that she would spend the rest of her life among the dear friends and old familiar scenes of her beloved Richmond.
THE END.