But now he made no such protest. He seemed to consider her suggestion and to think it--well, worthy of consideration; and this should have been very pleasing to her; for did it not mean that she had gained her point?
"You will think over it, Bertie?" she said. Her voice was now scarcely so full of eagerness as it had been before. Was that because she did not want to weary him by her persistence? Even the suggestion to a man that he should love a certain woman should, she knew, be made with tact.
"I have been thinking over it," he said at last; but only after a long pause.
And she actually believed that she was glad.
"I thought about her aboard the yacht."
"Did you? I fancied that you would think of---- But I am so glad!"
"I thought of her as my good angel. Those words which she said to me--"
"She has been your good angel, and I--"