George and I both advanced together to meet her at the door.

But the good, grateful girl had heard from my son the true story of all that I had done, and hoped, and suffered for the last ten days, and showed charmingly how she felt it by turning at once to _me_.
"May I stop at the Glen Tower a little longer ?" she asked, simply.
"If you think you can get through your evenings, my love," I answered.
"'But surely you forget that the Purple Volume is closed, and that the stories have all come to an end ?" She clasped her arms round my neck, and laid her cheek fondly against mine.
"How you must have suffered yesterday!" she whispered, softly.
"And how happy I am to-day!" The tears gathered in her eyes and dropped over her cheeks as she raised her head to look at me affectionately when I said those words.

I gently unclasped her arms and led her to George.
"So you really did love him, then, after all," I whispered, "though you were too sly to let me discover it ?" A smile broke out among the tears as her eyes wandered away from mine and stole a look at my son.

The clock struck the hour, and the servant came in with breakfast.

A little domestic interruption of this kind was all that was wanted to put us at our ease.