“Where is my darling?”
“She is here in this house, St. George, alive, uninjured, more beautiful than ever. I have sent for her. She will be here in a moment.”
“You have planned all this to surprise me! Oh, what a joyful moment!” he cried, with his eager eyes on the door.
“No, it is you who surprised us, dear. We knew her only as my model. How could we guess she was your little sweetheart whose name you did not tell? And as for her, she did not breathe her secret.”
“Because I bid her not,” he explained.
And while they waited with burning impatience for Floy to appear, they told him all they knew of the fair girl who had so interested his mother from the first moment of their meeting.
St. George listened with breathless interest to every word, his heart throbbing with joy, his blood bounding through his veins with new life.
“If you had only written me her name, dear, all this trouble would have been avoided, for Floy won my heart at our first meeting, and I should not have been able to steel my heart against the little beauty!” cried his mother.
“And you will welcome her as a daughter?” he asked.
“Proudly,” she answered, smilingly.