I love you, Dora--do not make me unhappy." "I would not make you unhappy," she said, "for the whole world; if you wish me to love you--oh, you know I love you--if you wish me to go away and forget you, I will do my best." But the very thought of it brought tears again.

She looked so pretty, so bewildered between sorrow and joy, so dazzled by happiness, and yet so piteously uncertain, that Ronald was more charmed than ever.
"My darling Dora," he said, "you do love me.

Your eyes speak, if your lips do not tell me.

Will you be my wife?
I can not live without you." It was the prettiest picture in the world to see the color return to the sweet face.

Ronald bent his head, and heard the sweet whisper.
"You shall never rue your trust, Dora," he said, proudly; but she interrupted him.
"What will Lord Earle say ?" she asked; and again Ronald was startled by that question.
"My father can say nothing," he replied.