"She asked me to tell you if you called that she was there." With considerable assurance of success, Carthew walked into the garden.

She must know what he wanted to say to her, and he had of late felt sure that her answer would be favourable when the question was put.

She was sitting on the same bench on which two days before she had heard George Lechmere's story.
"You know what I have come for, Miss Greendale," he began at once.
"I think that you know how I feel towards you, and how deeply I love you.

I have come to ask you to be my wife." "Before I answer you, Mr.Carthew," she said, calmly, "I must ask you to listen to a story.

It was told me here two days ago by a man named George Lechmere.