His blunt reserve was eloquent of it to her, and she liked him the better; could have thanked him, too, for leaving her promptly.
When she was alone she took in the contents of the letter at a hasty glimpse.

It was of one paragraph, and fired its shot like a cannon with the muzzle at her breast:-- 'MY OWN EMMY,--I have been asked in marriage by Mr.Warwick, and have accepted him.

Signify your approval, for I have decided that it is the wisest thing a waif can do.

We are to live at The Crossways for four months of the year, so I shall have Dada in his best days and all my youngest dreams, my sunrise and morning dew, surrounding me; my old home for my new one.

I write in haste, to you first, burning to hear from you.