She was only so happy that he was going--going where he would escape all this dreadful turmoil.
"But we will take the music, my dear." And so they went on planning their future happiness, and plotting how they would arrange it all without the interposition of the archdeacon, and at last they again became confidential, and then the warden did thank her for what she had done, and Eleanor, lying on her father's shoulder, did find an opportunity to tell her secret: and the father gave his blessing to his child, and said that the man whom she loved was honest, good, and kind-hearted, and right-thinking in the main,--one who wanted only a good wife to put him quite upright,--"a man, my love," he ended by saying, "to whom I firmly believe that I can trust my treasure with safety." "But what will Dr Grantly say ?" "Well, my dear, it can't be helped;--we shall be out at Crabtree then." And Eleanor ran upstairs to prepare her father's clothes for his journey; and the warden returned to his garden to make his last adieux to every tree, and shrub, and shady nook that he knew so well..