"With all my heart!"
"My darling!" he cried, rapturously--"for you are mine already--how can
I ever thank you for this? If a whole lifetime devoted and consecrated
to your happiness can repay you, it shall be yours!"
During this rhapsody, her hand had been on the handle of the door. Now
she turned it.
"Good-night, Mr. Ormiston," she said, and vanished.