He stood in the little drawing-room, looking about him with an expression of deep contentment on his face. Catherine knew that his heart thanked her, and that her simple idyl was complete.
He turned and put his arm across her shoulders.
“You have worked hard, dear.”
“Have I?” and she laughed and colored.
“It is all good. I am wondering whether I deserve so much.”
Her happy silence denied the thought.
“Your spirit is in the place, Kate.”
“My heart, perhaps,” she answered.
He bent and kissed her, and drew from her with smiling mouth as they heard the man Gage come plodding down the stairs.
He stopped at the door and touched his cap.