There was an appearance of openness, trustfulness, unsuspecting generosity, in his words and manner, that won the poor girl over; and not only won her over, but again caused her to feel as though she had been influenced by the opposite qualities, with vanity at their head.

“I will not hesitate any longer, Mr. Wrayburn. I hope you will not think the worse of me for having hesitated at all. For myself and for Jenny⁠—you let me answer for you, Jenny dear?”

The little creature had been leaning back, attentive, with her elbows resting on the elbows of her chair, and her chin upon her hands. Without changing her attitude, she answered, “Yes!” so suddenly that it rather seemed as if she had chopped the monosyllable than spoken it.

“For myself and for Jenny, I thankfully accept your kind offer.”