She reached out both her arms with a gesture that was full of an infinite
tenderness.
"Yes," she said, "yes, I see." And her glad voice rang and quivered on
that note which Love alone can strike. "It's true, darling. It's true.
He is richer now than he ever was before, and I--I have found endless
riches too. For I love him--I love him--I love him! And--he knows it!"
"Molly!" exclaimed her sister in amazement.
Molly did not turn. She was staring into the moonlight with eyes that
saw.
"And nothing else counts in all the world," she said. "He knows that too,
as we all know it--we all know it--at the bottom of our hearts."
And with that she laughed--the soft, sweet laugh of Love triumphant--and
lay back again by her sister's side.
* * * * *
Her Freedom
"We have been requested to announce that the marriage arranged between
Viscount Merrivale and Miss Hilary St. Orme will not take place."
Viscount Merrivale was eating his breakfast when he chanced upon this
announcement. He was late that morning, and, contrary to custom, was
skimming through the paper at the same time. But the paragraph brought
both occupations to an abrupt standstill. He stared at the sheet for a
few moments as if he thought it was bewitched. His brown face reddened,
and he looked as if he were about to say something.
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