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est. He was a straight, well-made man; but his kindest friends could not have called him anything but ugly, and there were a good many who thought him formidable also. Nevertheless, there was that about him--an honesty and a strength--which made up to a very large extent for his lack of other attractions. "Tell me why," he said. "Oh, because you are so far above me," the girl said, with an effort. "You must remember that. You can't help it. I have always known that you were not in earnest." "Have you?" said Lord Wyverton, smiling a little. "Have you? You seem to have rather a high opinion of me, Miss Neville." She turned back to her flowers. "There are certain things," she said, in a low voice, "that one can't help knowing." "And one of them is that Lord Wyverton is too fond of larking to be considered seriously at any time?" he questioned. She did not answer. He stood and watched her speculatively. "And so you won't have anything to say to me?" he said at last. "In fact, you don't like me?" She glanced at him with grey eyes that seemed to plead for mercy. "Yes, I like you," she said, slowly. "But--" "Never mind the 'but,'" said Wyverton, quietly. "Will you marry me?" She turned fully round again and faced him. He saw that she was very pale. "Do you mean it?" she said. "Do you?" He frowned at her, though his eyes remained quizzical and kindly. "Don't be frightened," he said. "Yes; I am actually in earnest. I want you." She stiffened at the words and grew paler still; but she said nothing. It was Wyverton who broke the silence. There was something about her that made him uneasy. "You can send me away at once," he said, "if you don't want me. You needn't mind my feelings, you know." "Send you away!" she said. "I!" He gave her a sudden, keen look, and held out his hand to her. "Never mind the rest of the world, Phyllis," he said, very gravely. "Let them say what they like, dear. If we want each other, there is no power on earth that can divide us." She drew in her breath sharply as she laid her hand in his. "And now," he said, "give me your answer. Will you marry me?" He felt her hand move convulsively in his own. She was trembling still. He bent towards her, gently drawing her. "It is 'Yes,' Phyllis," he whispered. "It must be 'Yes.'" And after a moment, falteringly, through white lips, she answered him. "It is--'Yes.'" * * * * * "And
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