"What would you like to do for her?"
"Oh— Make her happy!"
"And to that end—?"
Lois lifted her face and looked into Mr. Dillwyn's as if she would search out something there. The frank nobleness which belonged to it was encouraging, and yet she did not speak.
"Shall we ask her to make her home with us?"
"O Philip!" said Lois, with her face all illuminated,—"would you like it?"
"I owe her much more than you do. And, love, I like what you like."
"Would she come?"
"If she could resist you and me together, she would be harder than I think her."
"I love her very much," said Lois thoughtfully, "and I think she loves me. And if she will come—I am almost sure we can make her happy."