She had never thought of saying no to him.
A minute later she stood in the door of the parlor, where they all were. She was very white, but her lips wore a sweet and resolute smile.
Dick came to meet her, his face in a fine flame, and she placed her hand in his. “It is yours, with their consent,” she said.
For a moment he was unable to speak. He looked at her searchingly, his eyes full of tears. “Are you willing, Edith?” he asked.
“I am more than willing,” she replied.
He led her to Mr. and Mrs. Yorke. “I would not dare to ask you for such a precious gift,” he said, “if God and herself had not already bestowed it.”
TO BE CONTINUED.