I shall go back to Mount Pleasant."
"Maurice," and she walked close up to him as she spoke, "Maurice, I
have brought some one with me to ask your pardon."
His face became red up to the roots of his hair as he stood looking
at her without answering. "You would grant it certainly," she
continued, "if you knew how much it would be valued."
"Whom do you mean? who is it?" he asked at last.
"One who loves you as well as you love her--and she cannot love you
better. Come in, Marian." The poor girl crept in at the door,
ashamed of what she was induced to do, but yet looking anxiously into
her lover's face. "You asked her yesterday to be your wife," said
Miss Jack, "and she did not then know her own mind. Now she has had
a lesson. You will ask her once again; will you not, Maurice?"
What was he to say? how was he to refuse, when that soft little hand
was held out to him; when those eyes laden with tears just ventured
to look into his face?
"I beg your pardon if I angered you last night," she said.
In half a minute Miss Jack had left the room, and in the space of
another thirty seconds Maurice had forgiven her.
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