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‘Allan,’ said my guardian, ‘take from me a willing gift,
the best wife that ever man had. What more can I say for
you than that I know you deserve her! Take with her the
little home she brings you. You know what she will make it,
Allan; you know what she has made its namesake. Let me
share its felicity sometimes, and what do I sacrifice? Noth-
ing, nothing.’
He kissed me once again, and now the tears were in his
eyes as he said more softly, ‘Esther, my dearest, after so
many years, there is a kind of parting in this too. I know
that my mistake has caused you some distress. Forgive your
old guardian, in restoring him to his old place in your affec-
tions; and blot it out of your memory. Allan, take my dear.’
He moved away from under the green roof of leaves, and
stopping in the sunlight outside and turning cheerfully to-
wards us, said, ‘I shall be found about here somewhere. It’s
a west wind, little woman, due west! Let no one thank me
any more, for I am going to revert to my bachelor habits,
and if anybody disregards this warning, I’ll run away and
never come back!’
What happiness was ours that day, what joy, what rest,
what hope, what gratitude, what bliss! We were to be mar-
ried before the month was out, but when we were to come
and take possession of our own house was to depend on
Richard and Ada.
We all three went home together next day. As soon as we
arrived in town, Allan went straight to see Richard and to
carry our joyful news to him and my darling. Late as it was,
I meant to go to her for a few minutes before lying down to

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