Somehow as she looked there seemed to form itself beside him some shadow of Hector Spurling, the manly features, the clear, firm mouth, the frank manner.

Now, in the very moment of her triumph, it sprang clearly up in her mind how at the hour of their ruin he had stood firmly by them, and had loved the penniless girl as tenderly as the heiress to fortune.

That last embrace at the door, too, came back to her, and she felt his lips warm upon her own.
"I am very much honoured, Mr.Haw," she stammered, "but this is so sudden.

I have not had time to think.

I do not know what to say." "Do not let me hurry you," he cried earnestly.