VIII - NEVER DID RUN SMOOTH
Swiftly she went to the window and raised it without noise, and in a moment they were locked in each other’s arms.
“Darling, darling,” was audible; and—
“Oh, Ry! do you love me still?”
“Adore you, darling! adore you, my little violet, that grew in the shade—my only, only darling.”
“And I have been so miserable. Oh, Ry—that heart-breaking disappointment—that dreadful moment—you’ll never know half I felt; as I knocked at that door, expecting to see my own darling’s face—and then—I could have thrown myself from the rock over that glen. But you’re here, and I have you after all—and now I must never lose you again—never, never.”
“Lose me, darling; you never did, and never shall; but I could not go—I dare not. Every fellow, you know, owes money, and I’m in that
