The room had grown dim, and Barbara and Ferrara in the recess of the
window were speaking together, while Millicent sat gazing dreamily into
the glowing heart of the low-burning fire, conscious that Graham was
looking intently on her face. She dared not lift her eyes to his, and
veiled them with the downcast lids. Not what she might read daunted
her, but what might be revealed to the man who sat leaning forward in
the quaintly-carven oak chair.
"It is understood then that you admit my claim to your hand,--for one
dance at least? You acknowledge the promise made so many dim years back?
You have come across wide, tossing seas and over broad, sun-parched
fields to keep the tryst you made with me, a smile upon your face, a
shadow in your eyes?"
For answer the girl bowed her head.
"Nay, I must hear it from your very own lips. Is it for this that you
have come?"
"Yes." The word came soft as twilight shadows, sweet as Nature’s
harmony. A long pause preceded the low-breathed monosyllable, the word
which fond women love best to speak and which listening lovers thrill,
half cold, half hot, at hearing. And when it was spoken and heard came
a second silence, even longer than the first; and yet what they had said
was begun in badinage, and was finished without serious thought by
either man or woman. Dangerous words! dangerous silence! happy time,
how oft remembered in later days!
"Did I hear you asking Miss Almsford for a dance, Graham? What ball are
you contemplating? I have heard of none unless you mean to invite us all
to your tower for a frolic. Be sure you do not leave me out; I have
long wished to visit your hermitage."
"If the ladies would so highly honor a lonely dweller in the woods as to
allow him the felicity of being their host, be sure, my dear Ferrara,
that you shall escort them to my humble abode."
"Really, are you in earnest? I have always wished to see your tower.
When shall we come?"
"That is for you to say, Miss Deering. Any day which will suit your
convenience will be agreeable to me."
"We will settle it after we return to the Ranch."
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