for her, but I love her
dearly, and it will go hard with me if I don't make her happy. I only
want to be assured that you are both delighted, to make my happiness
complete."

Throwing her hair back a little, Rose read it again. This was not quite
all. There was a postscript over the page, which Rose had at first
overlooked, and she was not sure that Graeme had seen it. Besides, it
had nothing to do with the subject matter of the note.

"Did the thought of such a thing ever come into your mind?" asked she
again, as she laid the letter down.

"Yes," said Graeme, slowly. "It did come into my mind more than once.
And, on looking back, I rather wonder that I did not see it all. I can
remember now a good many things that looked like it, but I never was
good at seeing such affairs approaching, you know."

"Are you glad, Graeme?"

"Yes, I am glad. I believe I shall be very glad when I have had time to
think about it."

"Because Harry's happiness won't be complete unless you are, you know,"
said Rose, laughing.

"I am sure Harry is quite sincere in what he says about it," said
Graeme.

"It is not to be doubted. I daresay she is a nice little thing; and,
after all, it won't make the same difference to us that Fanny's coming
did."

"No, if we are to consider it with reference to ourselves. But I think
I am very glad for Harry's sake."

"And that is more than we could have said for Arthur. However, there is
no good going back to that now. It has all turned out very well."

"Things mostly do, if people will have patience," said Graeme, "and I am
sure this will, for Harry, I mean. I was always inclined to like little
Amy, only--only, we saw very little of her you know--and--yes, I am sure
I shall love her dearly."

"Well, you must make haste to tell Harry so, to complete his happiness.
And he is very much astonished at his good fortune," said Rose, taking
up the letter again. "`Not good enough for her,' he says. That is the
humility of true love, I suppose; and, really, if he is pleased, we may
be. I daresay she is a nice little thing."

"She is more than just a nice little thing. You should hear what Mr
Millar says of her."

"He ought to know! `Poor Charlie,' as Harry calls him in the pride of
his success. Go down-stairs, Graeme, and I will follow in a minute; I
am nearly ready!"

The postscript which Rose was not sure whether Graeme had seen, said,
"poor Charlie," and intimated that Harr