Part 64 (1/2)

”I was not quite sure you cared for me,” was the low reply. ”But I am forgetting papa. I must go and see if he is all right, Guy.”

It was the first time she had used his name, and he smiled fondly into the dark eyes raised so shyly to meet his own.

”I do not want to let you go from my arms for a minute, darling. I have been longing for this hour for so long that I am afraid I shall find it all a dream if I once let you go. Will you come back to me if all is right--back to my arms, I mean?”

”Perhaps--yes, then,” and she stepped softly into her father's room.

But it needed only a few minutes to a.s.sure her that he was sleeping soundly and peacefully, so she returned to her waiting lover.

”Not beside me, but here, where you promised!” and he held out his arms as she endeavored to take a seat on the sofa beside him. ”I wonder how long it will be before you will make my heart glad by coming to my arms of your own accord. It is hard to believe that this is the same little girl that used to send me home with such an aching heart that I walked the floor for hours, instead of going to bed.”

”Oh, Guy! I am so sorry. I never thought you cared for me like that,” she whispered, as she laid her head on his shoulder.

”I wish I could tell you how much I _do_ care, my own darling! but words give so little expression to one's feelings; yet I am longing to hear just three little words from you. Don't you think it would be fair to take away the memory of your unkind words by telling me that you love me?”

”Dear Guy, you know I love you, or I would not be here! I have loved you ever since papa was hurt, but I did not want you to know it. Will that confession do?”

”I knew you cared for me, my darling! yet it is sweet to hear the admission from your own lips. And to think how long we have misunderstood each other!

If I had only taken you in my arms that first night I was present when your father was so ill, and made you own to what I felt was true, these unhappy weeks might have been spared us; but it is something to have this joy in the end, my own little wife.”

Dexie gave a little start of surprise at this sweet epithet, and a rosy blush spread over her face, at which Guy repeated lovingly:

”My own little wife! Is it not so, Dexie?”

”I had not thought of the future, so much has happened in such a short time,” she answered, in a low voice; ”but I love you, Guy, and the future shall be as you wish.”

”I am glad you have no rings on to-night, Dexie,” said Guy, as he took a little parcel from his pocket. ”You have one that has troubled my peace of mind for some time, but I have something to take its place,” and as he took her hand in his the flash of a ring told Dexie his intention.

”Oh, Guy! wait! I cannot let you put that on yet. I am afraid to trust myself that much to-night; it is all so sudden, Guy!”

”My darling! what do you fear? You are not afraid to trust yourself to my keeping when you know I love you?” and he drew her closer, as he looked down into her eyes.

”No, Guy, but it is all so new and strange that I hardly know myself. You know I accepted a ring once before when I ought not to have done so, but I wore it honestly lately, Guy; I did, truly.”

”Tell me about it, Dexie, and clear up the mystery. The ring has a story, one that has given me much trouble of mind.”

”I think your trouble was imaginary, Guy,” smiling. ”The ring, in the first place, did not signify an engagement, though it was the sign of a promise which Lancy Gurney and I made to each other. He was to ask me again to marry him at the end of a year, unless during that time we found there was someone else we liked better. As you know, I did not wait for the year to be up before I asked to be released. Oh, yes, I confessed that I had met someone that had the first place in my heart,” she blus.h.i.+ngly admitted.

”And you told him what you would not tell me! Oh, Dexie!”

”Yes, for I promised him I would be honest with him. This led to explanations on both sides, and to a.s.sure him I still felt kindly towards him I agreed to keep and wear his ring. I wore it gladly, because it reminded me I was free to love where I chose; besides it helped to keep you from guessing that I had given my love without the asking. That is all, Guy, so you see the words engraved inside are honest and true.”

”My dear little wife! but how could I guess that the ring meant so much happiness to me. It did indeed deceive me, but this shall tell the truth from the start.”

”I do wish you had not bought it--just yet. Everyone will make remarks about it. Something plainer would not proclaim our secret to the world as this will surely do.”

”Yet I thought it not good enough for the dear hand that was to wear it.

Let me put it on, Dexie. Think how many times I shall see you when there will be no chance to say a word to you, but when I see the ring I can say, 'She is mine! mine!' How sweet to know that it is so!” and he kissed her hand as he slipped the ring on her finger.

”Mine now, dearest; yet you seemed so far away from me only a few hours ago. How surprised your father will be! I wish he could see you here in my arms.”