"
She spoke with the grand freedom of one inspired, nay, he felt that
she was inspired, and the same feeling of awe that had come upon him
when he first saw her face, again took possession of him. Taking her
hand, he kissed it.
"Dearest," he said, "dearest Angela, who am I that you should love me
so? What have I done that such a treasure should be given to me? I
hope that it may be as you say!"
"It will be as I say," she answered, as she bent to kiss him. And they
went on in silence.
CHAPTER XXIX
Philip arrived home about one o'clock on the Monday, and, after their
nursery dinner, Arthur made his way to the study, and soon found
himself in the dread presence--for what presence is more dread (most
people would rather face a chief-justice with the gout)--of the man
whose daughter he was about to ask in marriage.
Philip, whom he found seated by a tray, the contents of which he
seemed in no humour to touch, received him with his customary
politeness, saying, with a smile, that he hoped he had not come to
tell him that he was sick of the place and its inhabitants, and was
going away.
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