Herminia's heart gave a delicious bound. She was a woman, and

therefore she was glad he should speak so. She was a woman, and

therefore she shrank from acknowledging it. But she looked him

back in the face tranquilly, none the less on that account, and

answered with sweet candor, "Thank you so much, Mr. Merrick."

"_I_ said 'Herminia,'" the young man corrected, smiling, yet aghast

at his own audacity.

"And I thanked you for it," Herminia answered, casting down those

dark lashes, and feeling the heart throb violently under her neat

bodice.

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Alan drew a deep breath. "And it was THAT you thanked me for," he

ejaculated, tingling.

"Yes, it was that I thanked you for," Herminia answered, with a

still deeper rose spreading down to her bare throat. "I like you

very much, and it pleases me to hear you call me Herminia. Why

should I shrink from admitting it? 'Tis the Truth, you know; and

the Truth shall make us Free. I'm not afraid of my freedom."

Alan paused for a second, irresolute. "Herminia," he said at last,

leaning forward till his face was very close to hers, and he could

feel the warm breath that came and went so quickly; "that's very,

very kind of you. I needn't tell you I've been thinking a great

deal about you these last three weeks or so. You have filled my

mind; filled it to the brim, and I think you know it."

Philosopher as she was, Herminia plucked a blade of grass, and drew

it quivering through her tremulous fingers. It caught and

hesitated. "I guessed as much, I think," she answered, low but

frankly.

The young man's heart gave a bound. "And YOU, Herminia?" he asked,

in an eager ecstasy.

Herminia was true to the Truth. "I've thought a great deal about

you too, Mr. Merrick," she answered, looking down, but with a great

gladness thrilling her.

"I said 'Herminia,'" the young man repeated, with a marked stress

on the Christian name.

Herminia hesitated a second. Then two crimson spots flared forth

on her speaking face, as she answered with an effort, "About you

too, Alan."

The young man drew back and gazed at her.

She was very, very beautiful. "Dare I ask you, Herminia?" he cried.

"Have I a right to ask you? Am I worthy of you, I mean? Ought I to

retire as not your peer, and leave you to some man who could rise

more easily to the height of your dignity?"




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