"You've been very, very good to me all this time, Mary," said James, suddenly. Mary flushed. "I?" "I can never thank you enough." "Nonsense! Your father has been telling you a lot of rubbish, and he promised he wouldn't." "No, he's said nothing. Did you make him promise? That was very nice, and just like you." "I was afraid he'd say more than he ought." "D'you think I haven't been able to see for myself? I owe my life to you." "You owe it to God, Jamie." He smiled, and took her hand. "I'm very, very grateful!" "It's been a pleasure to nurse you, Jamie. I never knew you'd make such a good patient." "And for all you've done, I've made you wretched and miserable. Can you ever forgive me?" "There's nothing to forgive, dear. You know I always think of you as a brother." "Ah, that's what you told the curate!" cried James, laughing. Mary reddened. "How d'you know?" "He told Mrs. Jackson, and she told father." "You're not angry with me?" "I think you might have made it second cousin," said James, with a smile. Mary did not answer, but tried to withdraw her hand. He held it fast. "Mary, I've treated you vilely. If you don't hate me, it's only because you're a perfect angel." Mary looked down, blushing deep red. "I can never hate you," she whispered. "Oh, Mary, can you forgive me? Can you forget? It sounds almost impertinent to ask you again--Will you marry me, Mary?" She withdrew her hand. "It's very kind of you, Jamie. You're only asking me out of gratitude, because I've helped a little to look after you. But I want no gratitude; it was all pleasure. And I'm only too glad that you're getting well." "I'm perfectly in earnest, Mary. I wouldn't ask you merely from gratitude. I know I have humiliated you dreadfully, and I have done my best to kill the love you had for me. But I really honestly love you now--with all my heart. If you still care for me a little, I beseech you not to dismiss me." "If I still care for you!" cried Mary, hoarsely. "Oh, my God!" "Mary, forgive me! I want you to marry me." She looked at him distractedly, the fire burning through her heart. He took both her hands and drew her towards him. "Mary, say yes." She sank helplessly to her knees beside him. "It would make me very happy," she murmured, with touching humility. Then he bent forward and kissed her tenderly. "Let's go and tell them," he said. "They'll be so pleased." Mary, smiling and joyful, helped him to his feet, and supporting him as best she could, they went towards the house. Colonel Parsons was sitting in the dining-room, twirling his old Panama in a great state of excitement; he had interrupted his wife at her accounts, and she was looking at him good-humouredly over her spectacles. "I'm sure something's happening," he said. "I went out to take Jamie his beef-tea, and he was holding Mary's hand. I coughed as loud as I could, but they took no notice at all. So I thought I'd better not disturb them."