She put both her hands on my arm now and looked me fairly in the face, where the color still proclaimed some sort of guilt on my part, although my heart was clean and innocent as hers.
"Nicholas," she said, "come to-night.

Bring me my little jewel--and bring--" "The minister! If I do that, Elisabeth, you will marry me then ?" "Yes!" she whispered softly.
Amid all the din and babble of that motley throng I heard the word, low as it was.

I have never heard a voice like Elisabeth's.
An instant later, I knew not quite how, her hand was away from my arm, in that of Aunt Betty, and they were passing toward the main door, leaving me standing with joy and doubt mingled in my mind..