I thank you much for your flowers, although for a
time I did not know you sent them, for the little girl would place
them in my hands without a word and dart away before I could stop
her. Still I knew it was a child, and I preserved them carefully
for her sake until she was last here, when I learned who was the
real donor. I am fond of flowers and thank you for sending them. I
appreciate your kindness. I like you much better than I did an
hour since, for the sound of your voice and the touch of your
hands seem to me like old familiar friends. I am glad you came to
see me, Grace. I wish you to come often, for I am very lonely
here. We will at least be friends, but nothing more. Do you
consent to my terms?"
She had no alternative but to consent, and bowing her head, she
answered back, "Yes, Richard; that is all I can expect, all I
wish. I had no other intention in sending you bouquets."
He knew that she did not tell him truly, but he pitied her
mortification, and tried to divert her mind by talking upon
indifferent subjects, but Grace was too much chagrined and
disappointed to pay much heed to what he said, and after a time
arose to go.
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