I caught Margaret's right hand in mine as it fell, and, holding it tight, whilst with the other I pushed back the golden cincture, stooped and kissed the wrist.

As I looked up at her, but never letting go her hand, there was a look of joy on her face such as I dream of when I think of heaven.

Then I faced her father.
"You have my answer, sir!" His strong face looked gravely sweet.

He only said one word as he laid his hand on our clasped ones, whilst he bent over and kissed his daughter: "Good!" We were interrupted by a knock at the door.

In answer to an impatient "Come in!" from Mr.Trelawny, Mr.Corbeck entered.