It is all here in this letter.

Dunn could not come himself, and there was no one else, and he thought Cameron ought to have it to-day, so here I am, and here is the letter.

Where is he ?" "Oh!" cried the girl, clasping her hands upon her heart, her voice growing soft, and her eyes dim with a sudden mist.

"I am so thankful! I am so glad!" The change in her voice and in her eyes so affected Mr.
Martin that he put his hands resolutely behind his back lest they should play him tricks, and should, without his will, get themselves round her and draw her close to his heart.
"So am I," he said, "awfully glad! Never was so glad in all my life!" He was more conscious than ever of bewilderment and perplexity in the midst of increasing problems that complicated themselves with mist brown eyes, trembling lips, and a voice of such pathetic cadences as aroused in him an almost uncontrollable desire to exercise his utmost powers of comfort.

And all the while there was growing in his heart a desperate anxiety as to what would be the final issue of these bewildering desires and perplexities; when at the extremity of his self-control he was saved by the girl's suggestion.
"Let us go and find my brother." "Oh, yes!" cried Martin, "for heaven's sake let us." "Wait until I get my hat." "Oh! I wouldn't put on a hat," cried he in dismay.
"Why ?" enquired the girl, looking at him with surprised curiosity.
"Oh! because--because you don't need one; it's so beautiful and sunny, you know." In spite of what he could do Mr.Martin's eyes kept wandering to her hair.
"Oh, well!" cried Moira, in increasing surprise at this strange young man, "the sun won't hurt me, so come, let us go." Together they went down the avenue of rugged firs.