CHAPTER XX.
HOW TITA TAKES HIGH GROUND, AND HOW SHE BRINGS HER HUSBAND, OF ALL PEOPLE, TO HER FEET.
She looks like a little elf.

All at once the pretty beauty of her breaks upon Rylton.

The reaction from such extreme doubt of her to a clear certainty has made his appreciation of her kinder--has, perhaps, opened his eyes to the perfections she possesses.

However this may be, there is, beyond question, a great deal of remorse in his soul as he walks towards the tree in which she sits enshrined.
How will she receive him?
Not a word, save those much-begrudged ones at breakfast, has passed between them since last night; and this hurrying away from the others, does it not mean a dislike to meet _him ?_ "You have mounted very high in the world!" says he, stopping beneath the tree and addressing her.
He has come towards her very softly on the grass--so softly that she has not heard his coming.

And now, as he speaks, she starts violently, and looks down at him as if surprised out of all measure.
In a second, however, she recovers herself.
"True!" says she; "I have married you!" It is to be still war, then! Rylton bites his lips, but controls himself.