arrived。'
Picotee blushed and said nothing。
Christopher had full assurance that her heart was where it always
had been。 A suspicion of the fact had been the reason of his visit
here to…day。
'Other letters were once written from England to Italy； and they
acquired great celebrity。 Do you know whose？'
'Walpole's？' said Picotee timidly。
'Yes； but they never charmed me half as much as yours。 You may rest
assured that one person in the world thinks Walpole your second。'
'You should not have read them； they were not written to you。 But I
suppose you wished to hear of Ethelberta？'
'At first I did；' said Christopher。 'But； oddly enough； I got more
interested in the writer than in her news。 I don't know if ever
before there has been an instance of loving by means of letters。 If
not； it is because there have never been such sweet ones written。
At last I looked for them more anxiously than Faith。'
'You see； you knew me before。' Picotee would have withdrawn this
remark if she could； fearing that it seemed like a suggestion of her
love long ago。
'Then； on my return； I thought I would just call and see you； and go
away and think what would be best for me to do with a view to the
future。 But since I have been here I have felt that I could not go
away to think without first asking you what you think on one point
whether you could ever marry me？'
'I thought you would ask that when I first saw you。'
'Did you。 Why？'
'You looked at me as if you would。'
'Well；' continued Christopher； 'the worst of it is I am as poor as
Job。 Faith and I have three hundred a year between us； but only
half is mine。 So that before I get your promise I must let your
father know how poor I am。 Besides what I mention； I have only my
earnings by music。 But I am to be installed as chief organist at
Melchester soon； instead of deputy； as I used to be； which is
something。'
'I am to have five hundred pounds when I marry。 That was Lord
Mountclere's arrangement with Ethelberta。 He is extremely anxious
that I should marry well。'
'That's unfortunate。 A marriage with me will hardly be considered
well。'
'O yes； it will；' said Picotee quickly； and then looked frightened。
Christopher drew her towards him； and imprinted a kiss upon her
cheek； at which Picotee was not so wretched as she had been some
years before when he mistook her for another in that performance。
'Berta will never let us come to want；' she said； with vivacity；
when she had recovered。 'She always gives me what is necessary。'
'We will endeavour not to trouble her；' said Christopher； amused by
Picotee's utter dependence now as ever upon her sister； as upon an
eternal Providence。 'However； it is well to be kin to a coach
though you never ride in it。 Now； shall we go indoors to your
father？ You think he will not object？'
'I think he will be very glad；' replied Picotee。 'Berta will； I know。'
End