The tears had gathered in Bernardine's eyes her hand rested for one
moment on his arm.
"Mr. Allitsen," she said, "you did well to trust me. But I could not
borrow money of any one, unless I was obliged. If I could of any one,
it would have been of you. It is not a month ago since I was a little
anxious about money; my remittances did not come. I thought then that
if obliged to ask for temporary help, I should come to you: so you see
if you have trusted me, I, too, have trusted you."
A smile passed over the Disagreeable Man's face, one of his rare,
beautiful smiles.
"Supposing you change your mind," he said quietly, "you will not find
that I have changed mine."
Then a few minutes brought them back to Petershof.
CHAPTER XVIII.
A BETROTHAL.
HE had loved her so patiently, and now he felt that he must have his
answer. It was only fair to her, and to himself too, that he should know
exactly where he stood in her affections. She had certainly given him
little signs here and there, which had made him believe that she was not
indifferent to his admiration. Little signs were all very well for a
short time; but meanwhile the season was coming to an end: she had told
him that she was going back to her work at home.
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