“Yes,” she whispered tremulously.
But the revulsion of feeling was too great and he stood before her, wonder, incredulity, and love in his eyes. In a moment his arms were around her, and he kissed her passionately, her hair—her eyes—her lips.
“My darling, do you love me?”
“Yes, Edward, for a very long time, but I did not always know it. I am glad you have told me, for now I can help to comfort you. I can share in your sorrow, for we have both lost a brother.”
And they told one another those things that are music to lovers’ ears. Suddenly Drake drew himself away.
“Do you realize that I am a poor man, and can offer you nothing?”
“Except love—and that is everything,” she interrupted him gently.
Gaunt and his wife were unfeignedly glad to hear the news, and after dinner the two men had a long talk.
“Drake, I have been thinking about my future. Whatever happens in England, I have determined upon my course of action. I believe that the attempt to fulfil my vow has made me a better man. I seem to see things differently and I am going to try to live the rest of my days—— It is difficult to explain, and I want your help. We will use my wealth together. You shall carry on your work in the East End of London, and you shall have all the money you require. I intend to make a settlement on your marriage to Ethel. No, don’t protest. I’m not thinking of you, but there may be others——”
“You are very generous,” Drake said with deep emotion.