This new concession satisfied her.

She had received his present; she had exchanged letters with him--that was enough to content her for the time.
"Do you think he is getting fond of me ?" she asked, the last thing at night; taking her gold vase to bed with her, poor dear--exactly as she might have taken a new toy to bed with her when she was a child.

"Give him time, my love," I answered.

"It isn't everybody who can travel at your pace in such a serious matter as this." My banter had no effect upon her.

"Go away with your candle," she said.