Arthur took a
great pride in ministering to the wants of his companion, and in
all he did there was a delicacy and tenderness which touched a
chord almost fraternal in the heart of the blind man, who, as the
day wore on, found himself drawn more and more toward his new
acquaintance.
"I believe even I might be happy if both you and Edith could live
with me," he said, at last, when Albany was reached, and they were
ascending the steps to the Delevan.
"Poor little Edith," rejoined Arthur, "I wonder if she has been
very lonely? Shall we go to her at once?"
"Yes," answered Richard, and leaning on Arthur's arm, he proceeded
to the door of Edith's room.
CHAPTER VIII.
RICHARD AND EDITH.
"Oh, Mr. Arthur, you did come back," and forgetting, in her great
joy, that Arthur was a gentleman, and she a waiting-maid, Edith
wound her arms around his neck, and kissed him twice ere he well
knew what she was doing.
For an instant the haughty young man felt a flush of insulted
dignity, but it quickly vanished when he saw the tall form of
Richard bending over the little girl and heard him saying to her,
"Have you no welcoming kiss for me?"
"Yes, forty hundred, if you like," and in her delight Edith danced
about the room like one insane.
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