Chapter 42

"I do--dearly." The first blush that ever tinted her cheek spread and deepened. "Will you marry me, Drusilla?" "Yes.... You frighten me." She trembled, suddenly, in his arms. Surely there were more things to love than she had dreamed of in her philosophy. She looked up as he bent nearer, understanding that she was to be kissed, awaiting the event which suddenly loomed up freighted with terrific significance. There was a silence, a sob. "Jack--darling--I--I love you so!" Flavilla was sketching on her camp-stool when…