The question came upon her suddenly, during a pause in which she, at least, had forgotten Margaret.
She looked up at him.
"Yes! I do. You can hardly do otherwise."
"Do otherwise! I don't understand you."
"I mean that, after allowing her feelings so to overcome her, I consider you bound in honour—"
"Bound in honour," said he scornfully. "I'm afraid honour has nothing to do with it. 'Her feelings overcome her!' What feelings do you mean?"
"Nay, John, there is no need to be angry. Did she not rush down, and cling to you to save you from danger?"
"She did!" said he. "But, mother," continued he, stopping short in his walk right in front of her, "I dare not hope. I never was faint-hearted before; but I cannot believe such a creature cares for me."
"Don't be foolish, John. Such a creature! Why, she might be a duke's daughter, to hear you speak. And what proof more would you have, I wonder, of her caring for you? I can believe she has had a struggle with her aristocratic way of viewing things; but I like her the better for seeing clearly at last. It is a good deal for me to say," said Mrs. Thornton, smiling slowly, while the tears stood in her eyes; "for after to-night, I stand second. It was to have you to myself, all to myself, a few hours longer, that I begged you not to go till to-morrow!"
"Dearest mother!" (Still love is selfish, and in an instant he reverted to his own hopes and fears in
