And I
am going to-morrow morning to throw myself at the feet of my wife."
"No need of your going so far, dear sir, no need. Let me speak to my
own dear girl a moment, and then I shall have something to say to
you," said Herbert, leaving the old man in suspense, and going to
salute Capitola, who returned his fervent embrace by an honest,
downright frank kiss, that made no secret of itself.
"Capitola! My uncle has told you all?"
"Every single bit! So don't lose time by telling it all over again!
Is my mother with you?"
"Yes! and I will bring her in, in one moment; but first I must bring
in some one else," said Herbert, kissing the hand of Capitola and
turning to Old Hurricane, to whom he said:
"You need not travel far to find Marah. We took Staunton in our way
and brought her and Clara along--Traverse!" he said going to the
door--"bring in your mother."
And the next instant Traverse entered with the wife of Major
Warfield upon his arm.
Old Hurricane started forward to meet her, exclaiming in a broken
voice:
"Marah, my dear Marah, God may forgive me, but can you--can you ever
do so?" And he would have sunk at her feet, but that she prevented,
by meeting him and silently placing both her hands in his. And so
quietly Marah's forgiveness was expressed, and the reconciliation
sealed.
Meanwhile Herbert went out and brought in Mrs.
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