She waited—­waited a weary time; and he never came back.  At last her growing anxiety urged her to follow him into the house.  A new timidity throbbed in her heart as she doubtingly approached the door.  Never had she seen the depths of her father’s simple nature stirred as they had been stirred by her confession.  She almost dreaded her next meeting with him.  She wandered softly to and fro in the hall, with a shyness unaccountable to herself; with a terror of being discovered and spoken to by her sister or Miss Garth, which made her nervously susceptible to the slightest noises in the house.  The door of the morning-room opened while her back was turned toward it.  She started violently, as she looked round and saw her father in the hall:  her heart beat faster and faster, and she felt herself turning pale.  A second look at him, as he came nearer, re-assured her.  He was composed again, though not so cheerful as usual.  She noticed that he advanced and spoke to her with a forbearing gentleness, which was more like his manner to her mother than his ordinary manner to herself.

“Go in, my love,” he said, opening the door for her which he had just closed.  “Tell your mother all you have told me—­and more, if you have more to say.  She is better prepared for you than I was.  We will take to-day to think of it, Magdalen; and to-morrow you shall know, and Frank shall know, what we decide.”

Her eyes brightened, as they looked into his face and saw the decision there already, with the double penetration of her womanhood and her love.  Happy, and beautiful in her happiness, she put his hand to her lips, and went, without hesitation, into the morning-room.  There, her father’s words had smoothed the way for her; there, the first shock of the surprise was past and over, and only the pleasure of it remained.  Her mother had been her age once; her mother would know how fond she was of Frank.  So the coming interview was anticipated in her thoughts; and—­except that there was an unaccountable appearance of restraint in Mrs. Vanstone’s first reception of her—­was anticipated aright.  After a little, the mother’s questions came more and more unreservedly from the sweet, unforgotten experience of the mother’s heart.  She lived again through her own young days of hope and love in Magdalen’s replies.

The next morning the all-important decision was announced in words.  Mr. Vanstone took his daughter upstairs into her mother’s room, and there placed before her the result of the yesterday’s consultation, and of the night’s reflection which had followed it.  He spoke with perfect kindness and self-possession of manner-but in fewer and more serious words than usual; and he held his wife’s hand tenderly in his own all through the interview.