"It is you I came for," he said quietly. "Still, for you know the
wrong I have done, I dare not urge you, and have little to offer. It
is you who must give everything, if you can come down from your station
and be content with mine."
"One thing," said Maud Barrington, very softly, "is, however,
necessary."
"That," said Winston, "was yours ever since we spent the night in the
snow."
The girl felt his grip upon her shoulder grow almost painful, but her
eyes shone softly when she lifted her head again.
"Then," she said, "what I can give is yours--and it seems you have
already taken possession."
Winston drew her towards him, and it may have been by Miss Barrington's
arranging that nobody entered the hall, but at last the girl glanced up
at the man half-shyly as she said, "Why did you wait so long?"
"It was well worth while," said Winston. "Still, I think you know."
"Yes," said Maud Barrington softly. "Now, at least, I can tell you I
am glad you went away--but if you had asked me I would have gone with
you."
It was some little time later when Miss Barrington came in and, after a
glance at Winston, kissed her niece. Then she turned to the man. "My
brother is asking for you," she said. "Will you come up with me?"
Winston followed her, and hid his astonishment when he found Colonel
Barrington lying in a big chair. His face was haggard and pale, his
form seemed to have grown limp and fragile, and the hand he held out
trembled.
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