Have you forgotten my cousin Maria?" "No. You behaved bravely then, Bianca." And his voice softened a little; "as bravely, as gallantly as any man. You saved her honor." "Father,I did not think it was wrong; he loves me so, and I—" "Love him, too." She tried to laugh, but it ended in a sob, and she turned her face away. There was a knock at the door. "Who is it?" Asked Garcia angrily. "It's I Martha; there's a letter from the Hall, sir." He rose and went to the door. "The servants mustn't see you thus distressed; what will they think" muttered he to his daughter. He opened the door, took in the letter and barred the door. "I suppose it is an offer of marriage" said he, tearing open the envelope. He read it, then throw it to Bianca. "Read that; what am I to do! The world is full of troubles! The sooner one is out of it, the better." Bianca wiped her eyes and took the letter. A feeling of a momentary pleasure sent the blood tingling to her cheeks; he had written it; her hand trembled a little as she held it; it was short.
Dear Sir,
Perhaps you have already perceived my feelings towards your daughter. I love her deeply, indeed, more than I can say. I ask her hand in marriage. Do not think I am hasty; I have known her long, and know her to he a far better woman than I deserve; but my love shall cover all my short-comings.
I shall call for an answer during the evening. I pray God earnestly that He may direct you in forming your decision on my suit.
Your's very faithfully,
Henry Montague Moore.
"Well!" said Garcia. She did not reply. "What am I to do?" he continued; "what will Lord Moore's mother think of me, if I allow my daughter to marry her son?" She was looking away from him; "Never mind, what she thinks father; he loves me, that is all there is needed." "But he is immensely rich, we have just enough to live upon." "Oh father, let not money stand between me and my happiness!" She cried involuntarily. "Your happiness! Aren’t you happy? Ah! They
