'Oh, Heriot, what shall I do? What shall I do? I love you both, but I love Roy best.'
When Mildred re-entered the room, an hour later, somewhat weary of her banishment, she found the two still talking together. Polly was sitting in her little low chair, her cheek resting on her hand. Dr. Heriot seemed speaking earnestly, but as the door opened, he broke off hastily, and the girl started to her feet.
'I must go now,' she whispered; 'don't tell Aunt Milly to-night. Oh, Heriot, I am so happy; this seems like some wonderful dream; I don't half believe it.'
'We must guard each other's confidence. Remember, I have trusted you, Polly,' was his answer, in a low tone. 'Good-night, my dearest child; sleep well, and say a prayer for me.'
'I do—I do pray for you always,' she affirmed, looking at him with her soul in her eyes; but as he merely pressed her hand kindly, she suddenly raised herself on tiptoe and kissed his cheek. 'Dear—dear Heriot, I shall pray for you all my life long.'
'Are you going, Polly?' asked Mildred, in surprise.
'Yes, I am tired. I cannot talk any more to-night,' returned the girl, hastily.
Her face was pale, as though, she had been weeping; but her eyes smiled radiantly under the wet lashes.
Mildred turned to the fire, somewhat dissatisfied.