And I hope it may turn out as you wish." Then he stooped and kissed her on the cheek.

The proud woman, who had unbent little in her lifetime, whose eyes had looked out so coldly on the world, who felt for her son Ian an almost impossible aversion, drew down his head and kissed it.
"Indian and all ?" he asked, with a quaint bitterness.
"Everything, my dear," she answered.

"God bless you! Good-night." A few moments after, Gaston went to the library.

He heard the voices of Sir William and his uncle.

He knocked and entered.