Was I right?

by Mrs. O. F. Walton

I did not answer him, but bent over the bed to gather a beautiful white lily of the valley.

"But I shall not disappear so suddenly and mysteriously this time," he said.

"No, that is a comfort," I said, involuntarily, and then felt very angry with myself for having said it.

"Why is it a comfort?" he asked. "Was my leaving Jerusalem any trouble to you?"

"Yes," I said; "of course I was sorry. I did not like Sir William to doubt you."

"I am very glad you trusted me through it all," he said.

I was gathering some more lilies, so I did not look up till he spoke again, and then he only asked me a question, and I do not remember that I ever answered it:

"Will you trust me through life, May?" he said.