In the third day after Hubert Varrick's departure, a long letter came for her. "What do you think I have for you, Miss Bain?" said the nurse. "Has the--the letter come that Mr. Varrick said he would write?" she asked, eagerly. "That's just what it is," was the smiling reply; and the thick, white envelope was placed in her hands. "I will leave you alone while you read it, Miss Bain," and added smilingly: "A young girl loves best to be alone when she reads such a letter as I imagine this to be. There--there; don't blush and look so embarrassed." The next moment Jessie was alone with Hubert's letter. CHAPTER XXVII. "I WOULD RATHER WALK BY YOUR SIDE IN TROUBLE THAN SIT ON A THRONE BY THE MIGHTIEST KING." With trembling hands the girl broke the seal, drew forth the missive, and slowly unfolded it. It was long and closely written: "DEAR LITTLE JESSIE," it began, "I know that the contents of this letter will surprise you, but the thoughts born of longings impossible to suppress, even though I would, fill my brain to overflowing and must find utterance in these pages. "There are many men who can express their heart-thoughts in burning words, but this boon is not given to me. I can only tell you my hopes and fears and longings in the old, conventional words; but the earnest wish is mine that they may find an echo in your heart, little girl. "With your woman's quick wit you must have read my secret--which every one else seems to have discerned--and that is, I love you, dear--love you with all the strength of my heart. "I wonder, Jessie, if you could ever care enough for me to marry me. "There, the words are written at last. I intended them to seem so impressive, but they read far too coldly on the white paper, to express the world of tenderness in my soul which would make them eloquent if I could but hold your hands clasped tightly in my own at this moment and whisper them to you. "If you can but care for me, dear Jessie, I will be the happiest man the whole world holds. Your 'yes' or 'no' will mean life or death for me. "I can not think, after all that I have gone through, that Heaven would be so cruel as to have me hope for your love in vain. When I come to you, Jessie, I shall ask you for my answer. I am an impatient lover; I count the long days and hours that must wing their slow flight by until we meet again. "I will not take you to the home of my mother, Jessie, dear, for I quite believe you would be happier with me elsewhere. There is a beautiful little cottage in the suburbs of the city, a charming, home-like place. By the time that this letter reaches you I will have purchased it, so confident am I that I can win you, little Jessie. "I shall set workmen upon it at once, to make a veritable fairy's bower of it ere you behold it, and it will be ready for us by early spring.