You will be assuring her happiness, which, at all events, is something tangible--a present harvest! I will drive over to Thors now and bring her back.

You can leave to-night and go to America." Stepan Lanovitch raised his head and looked hard into Paul's face.
"You wish it ?" "I think," answered Paul steadily, "that it is for Catrina's happiness." Then Lanovitch rose up and took Paul's hand in his work-stained grip.
"Go, my son! It will be a great happiness to me.

I will wait here," he said.
Paul went straight to the door.

He was a man with a capacity for prompt action, which seemed to rise to demand.

Steinmetz followed him out into the passage and took him by the arm.
"You cannot do it," he said.
"Yes, I can," replied Paul.