Rupert was already with Sir William, for the housekeeper had detained Lady Linton for a few moments with questions regarding some domestic matter, but she was in season to hear him broach the subject so near his heart.
“I have come to make a confession to you, Uncle Will,” he said, as he seated himself opposite his guardian.
“A confession! Nothing very serious, I hope,” said Sir William, glancing keenly into the flushed face of his ward.
“Yes, I think it is of rather a serious nature,” he returned, smiling slightly. “I wish to tell you that I have become deeply attached to Miss Alexander, to whom I introduced you last night, and to ask your sanction to our engagement.”
“Aha! has it gone so far as that?” inquired Sir William. “I began to surmise last evening that she was taking your heart captive, but did not imagine matters had reached a crisis yet.”
“Don’t you think her lovely, Uncle Will?” Rupert asked, eagerly.
“Very lovely; but, my boy, the ocean rolls between England and America. I cannot bear the thought of a separation from you, Rupert.”
“Nor I from you, my dear guardian; and, I assure you, you need not fear it, for the young lady does not object to a permanent residence in England. I trust you will not oppose my marriage with Miss Alexander.”
“Rupert,” said Sir William, gravely, “my only wish is for your happiness, and if Miss Alexander is the woman of your choice—if you are sure that she alone can make you happy—then I can only say Heaven bless you and grant that your future may be all that you desire.”
“Thank you, Uncle Will, I—I hope you do not disapprove of my choice of a wife?” Rupert said, regarding his guardian’s grave face anxiously.