"Do I not love a woman who believes in me ?" "And who believes because she knows." She drew away to look at him.

"You _are_ like your father!" she exclaimed.

"Oh, my dear, my love, how rich he made you--and me!" * * * * * At breakfast, the next morning, he broke the news to his mother.

Instead of returning his serene and delighted look she kept her eyes on her plate and was ominously silent.

"When you are well acquainted with her, mother, you'll love her," he said.