He'd die for me if that would end
My sorrow. Yes, would live for me--
Suffer and live unselfishly,
And that for him would harder be
Than at my feet to die for me."
As she ceased she again encountered his steadfast gaze with a glance
which said, "Have I not done you justice?"
He was satisfied, and felt that the presence of his relatives had
secured a sweeter answer than might otherwise have been given--an
answer that contained all he could hope for then.
"Humph!" ejaculated Mr. Muir, very discontentedly.
"What an appreciative remark, Henry!" said Madge, laughing.
"It was; and it expressed my views," said the banker, dryly. "Come,
Mary, let us go home to supper."
"Now, I think the song very pretty," said Mary, "only there are no
such people nowadays."
As Madge followed with Graydon she continued laughing softly to
herself.
"You are not hiding vexation at Henry?" Graydon asked.
"Oh, no, I understand Henry. You think I am always hiding something.
You at least should have understood my song."
"Yes, Madge," he said, gravely, "and you also made it clear that you
understood me. I am content."
She laughed, imitating the ejaculation.
"Henry's 'humph!' was too rich for anything.
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