‘Certainly,’ she said, in gentle accents.
‘Then have you thought over my position? Will you at last have pity upon my loneliness by becoming my wife?’
Paula sighed deeply; and said, ‘Yes.’
‘Your hand upon it.’
She gave him her hand: he held it a few moments, then raised it to his lips, and was gone.
When Mrs. Goodman rose she was informed of Sir William’s death, and of his son’s departure.
‘Then the captain is now Sir William De Stancy!’ she exclaimed. ‘Really, Paula, since you would be Lady De Stancy by marrying him, I almost think—’
‘Hush, aunt!’
‘Well; what are you writing there?’
‘Only entering in my diary that I accepted him this morning for pity’s sake, in spite of Uncle Abner. They’ll say it was for the title, but knowing it was not I don’t care.’