Did you not tell her? Answer me, Jane." The fair head nodded as she
whispered between the hands that covered her face:
"Yes; I--I--d-did;" and I--well, I delivered the rest of Mary's
message, and that, too, without a protest from Jane.
Truthfulness is a pretty good thing after all.
So Jane was conquered at last, and I heaved a sigh as the battle
ended, for it had been a long, hard struggle.
I asked Jane when we should be married, but she said she could not
think of that now--not until she knew that Mary was safe; but she
would promise to be my wife sometime. I told her that her word was as
good as gold to me; and so it was and always has been; as good as fine
gold thrice refined. I then told her I would bother her no more about
it, now that I was sure of her, but when she was ready she should tell
me of her own accord and make my happiness complete. She said she
would, and I told her I believed her and was satisfied. I did,
however, suggest that the intervening time would be worse than
wasted--happiness thrown right in the face of Providence, as it
were--and begged her not to waste any more than necessary; to which
she seriously and honestly answered that she would not.
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