Part 109 (1/2)
”Mr. Keith!”
”Lois--I have come--” he began, and stopped.
She held out her hand and tried to sit up. Keith took her hand softly, as if it were a rose, and closing his firmly over it, fell on one knee beside her chair.
”Don't try to sit up,” he said gently. ”I went to Brookford as soon as I heard of it--” he began, and then placed his other hand on hers, covering it with his firm grasp.
”I thought you would,” she said simply.
Keith lifted her hand and held it against his cheek. He was silent a moment. What should he say to her? Not only all other women, but all the rest of the world, had disappeared.
”I have come, and I shall not go away again until you go with me.”
For answer she hid her face and began to cry softly. Keith knelt with her hand to his lips, murmuring his love.
”I am so glad you have come. I don't know what to do,” she said presently.
”You do not have to know. I know. It is decided. I love you--I have always loved you. And no one shall ever come between us. You are mine--mine only.” He went on pouring out his soul to her.
[Ill.u.s.tration: ”Lois--I have come”--he began]
”My old Doctor--?” she began presently, and looked up at him with eyes ”like stars half-quenched in mists of silver dew.”
”He agrees. We will make him live with us.”
”Your father-?”
”Him, too. You shall be their daughter.”
She gave him her hands.
”Well, on that condition.”
The first person Keith sought to tell of his new happiness was his father. The old gentleman was sitting on the porch at Elphinstone in the sun, enjoying the physical sensation of warmth that means so much to extreme youth and extreme age. He held a copy of Virgil in his hand, but he was not reading; he was repeating pa.s.sages of it by heart. They related to the quiet life. His son heard him saying softly:
”'O Fortunatos nimium, sua si bona norint, Agricolas!'”
His mind was possibly far back in the past.
His placid face lit up with the smile that always shone there when his son appeared.