It doesn't matter _where_, so long as she is pleased.

What does anything matter," he said, and his dark face softened as she had never seen it soften yet, "so long as one is with the companion one loves best in the world ?" "It would be--Paradise," said Lady Mary, in a low voice; and she thought to herself resolutely, "I will tell him now." Peter ceased his walk, and came close to her and took her hand.

The emotion had not altogether died out of his voice and face.
"But you are not to think, mother, that I shall ever again be the selfish boy I used to be--the boy who didn't value your love and devotion." "No, dear, no," she answered, with wet eyes; "I will never think so.

We can love each other just the same, perhaps even batter, even though--Oh, Peter--" But Peter was in no mind to brook interruption.

He was burning to pour out his plans for her future, and his own.
"Wherever we may go, and whatever we may be doing," he said emotionally, "it will be a joy and a comfort to me to know that my dear old mother is always _here_.