"I will do so!"
"You have not heard what it is that I wish."
"I do not care what it is. I will do it if you ask me."
"You are worthy of my love." He drew her gently towards him, and kissed her lightly on the lips. "I say it not in egotism, for I love you as much as man may. Were you unworthy—I should never love again."
"You may trust me, Roy." Her words were simple, but there was a passion of truth contained in their utterance.
"I will tell you at once, what I wish. For it must be done promptly. You must be ready—Who is that?"
Mr. Mitchel spoke the last two words in a sharp tone, rising from his seat and taking a step forward. The large room was but dimly lighted, the gas having been lowered to please Emily who abhorred well-lighted rooms. At the further end some one was standing, and had attracted Mr. Mitchel's attention. It was Lucette, and she replied at once:
"Your mother sent me to know if you are ready for supper, Miss Emily."
"Say that we will be in, in a few minutes," replied Emily, and Lucette left the room.