The colour again flooded his face; his gratitude, his joy were so great that, for a moment, they rendered him speechless, and his voice was broken when he could command it.
"I don't know how to thank you, sir," he said, and, impulsively, he held out his hand.
Mr.Clendon took it after a moment's pause; and they stood, the old man and the young man, looking into each other's eyes, and Derrick's--no shame to him--were moist.

For, think of it! he feared that he had lost the girl on whom his heart had been set ever since the first moment he had seen her; and now this old man had put him in the way of finding her.

They stood with clasped hands for longer than is usual; and Derrick was too absorbed in his own emotion to notice the tremor in the thin fingers which grasped his.
"I see that you will go to Miss Grant at once," said Mr.Clendon, with a flicker of a smile, that was not one of irony, but of sympathy.
"By the first train, and as fast as it will take me," said Derrick, with the note of youth and hope ringing in his voice.

"Look here, sir," he went on, impelled by a strange feeling, "I may as well tell you that which you have no doubt guessed already.

I--I love Miss Grant.