If we want each other, there is no power on earth that can divide us." She drew in her breath sharply as she laid her hand in his.
"And now," he said, "give me your answer.

Will you marry me ?" He felt her hand move convulsively in his own.

She was trembling still.
He bent towards her, gently drawing her.

"It is 'Yes,' Phyllis," he whispered.

"It must be 'Yes.'" And after a moment, falteringly, through white lips, she answered him.
"It is--'Yes.'" * * * * * "And you accepted him! Oh, Phyllis!" The younger sister looked at her with eyes of wide astonishment, almost of reproach.