ng in the subdued light of the sun as it broke
through the leaves, giving a softness of expression and a richness of
colour that James had never seen in her before. And the summer frock she
wore made her more girlish and irresponsible than usual.

"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.

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