"You should not have read them they were not written to you. But I suppose you wished to hear of Ethelberta?" "At first I did," said Christopher. "But, oddly enough, I got more interested in the writer than in her news. I don't know if ever before there has been an instance of loving by means of letters; if not, it is because there have never been such sweet ones written. At last I looked for them more anxiously than Faith." "You see, you knew me before." Picotee would have withdrawn this remark if she could, fearing that it seemed like a suggestion of her love long ago. 66 Then, on my return, I thought I would just call and see you, and go away and think what would be best for me to do with a view to the future. But since I have been here I have felt that I could not go away to think without first asking you what you think on one point— whether you could ever marry me?" "I thought you would ask that just when I first saw you." "Did you? Why?" "You looked at me as if you would." is mine. "Well," continued Christopher, "the worst of it is, I am as poor as Job. Faith and I have three hundred a year between us, but only half So that before I get your promise I must let your father know how poor I am. Besides what I mention, I have only my earnings by music. But I am to be installed as chief organist at Melchester soon, instead of deputy, as I used to be; which is something." "I am to have five hundred pounds when I marry. That was Lord Mountclere's arrangement with Ethelberta. He is extremely anxious that I should marry well." "That's unfortunate. A marriage with me will hardly be considered well." "Oh, yes, it will," said Picotee, quickly, and then looked frightened. Christopher drew her towards him, and imprinted a kiss upon her cheek, at which Picotee was not so wretched as she had been some years before when he mistook her for another in that performance. "Berta will never let us come to want," she said, with vivacity, when she had recovered. "She always gives me what is necessary." 66 "We will endeavour not to trouble her," said Christopher, amused by Picotee's utter dependence now as ever upon her sister, as upon an eternal Providence. However, it is well to be kin to a coach though you never ride in it. Now, shall we go indoors to your father? You think he will not object?" "I think he will be very glad," replied Picotee. know." "Berta will, I THE END. |
