“I have told her he was in the house, Doctor Laurens, but she was waiting for him to come to her here—in this room, you understand.”
He understood, for his face changed and clouded. He said, in an embarrassed tone:
“Ah!”
Molly seemed to recover speech. She faltered, anxiously:
“I long to see him.”
“Poor child!” exclaimed Doctor Charley, with ready sympathy. He hesitated a moment, then said, gently: “Try to be patient a little longer, my dear. He is apt to be a little hard when he is vexed and hurt; but—”
She interrupted him with a piercing cry.
“Do you mean that he will not forgive me—that he has no pity for me?”
“Gently, sister!” said Doctor Charley, full of sympathy for the forlorn young creature. “Listen, now, and do not interrupt me. Cecil is angry still, but he has come back to repair the wrong caused by your ignorance in wedding him under a false name. He will make you his wife again by a private ceremony here in this room tomorrow.”
“Oh, may Heaven bless him for that noble deed! I knew he could not desert me like that, when he learned all. Oh, Doctor Charley, bring him to me; I have so much to say to him!” Molly exclaimed, full of eager joy and hope.