He will be so happy about this"-- with a light emphasising pressure on his arm--"and he is like my own father.

And then I want you to come with me to David's grave." "Did you fear I should refuse ?" for Elizabeth's voice had been somewhat hesitating.

"Do you think I should refuse any wish that it is in my power to gratify ?" "No," she said gently; "I know how good you will be to me--that if it were possible you would strew my daily path with thornless roses.

But it is not possible, Malcolm." "Then we will take our share of the briars and thorns together." "Indeed we will.

Malcolm, there is something I want to tell you before we stand by that grave to-morrow--something I should like you to know;" and then, in a voice broken by emotion, Elizabeth repeated the substance of her conversation with Mr.Carlyon.
"It has made me so much happier," she faltered, when she had finished.
Then Malcolm drew her closer to him.
"I am glad you told me this," he said in a moved tone.