Trembling with emotion, his brain whirling with the shock of joy, he answered, fervently:
“Change? Yes, I should love her all the dearer, my suffering little love, because to my devotion would be added the divine elements of pity and sympathy. Where is she, Alva? Take me to my darling at once! Ah, now I can live again in her life! I will be her strength and shield. I will watch by her couch of pain, and soothe her in her sufferings!”
Overcome with emotion, he leaned his face on Alva’s shoulder, and a stifled sob burst from his lips.
In that moment they all realized in its greatness the might of his love for little Floy.
Alva glanced around to see if Floy were coming in answer to her message.
What a moment it would be when she should take the fair young girl by the hand and lead her to St. George in all her enchanting beauty!
Several moments passed, yet the door did not open.
Alva guessed now all the cause of Floy’s timidity, but she wondered at the girl’s delay.
If she really loved St. George, why did she not hasten to his side?
Lifting his head from her shoulder, he asked again, eagerly: