"Should you have thought any better of me if I had?"
"No. I don't want you altered. It would spoil you. You will come and see us at Woodbine Villa! Only think how many things we have to talk of now."
"And will you wait two years for me?"
"Two years!" (blushing like a rose.) "Why, I hope it will not be two days before you come and see us."
"No; no. But suppose you should take the advice I gave you in my mad letter?"
"Are you sure?" (with a glance at Jael.)
"Then--good-by. Please drive on."
She wouldn't answer his question; but her blushes and her radiant satisfaction, and her modest but eloquent looks of love, fully compensated her silence on that head, and the carriage left him standing there, a figure of rapture.