“Yes,” she answered, very low.
“Benedicta,” he said again, “I can’t say what I want to say to you just
now--not yet; but if I thought--I could do anything in the world if it
was for _you_!”
It was necessarily a very long walk, with so much to be said. Benedicta
came home with a hole walked through one of her best slippers; but she
had heard the important things necessary for her to know. She had heard
exactly why he felt that way, and at what instant he had begun to feel
that way. She had given him permission to go ahead and do anything in
the world for her; and he had kissed her--an awkward little kiss--when
they said good night at the gate.