"I am sorry, Lilian," he whispered as he took her hands, "for having been so distant; I have tried, and trust me, I have tried my best to keep my sentiments to myself - and that, I believe, has made me so peculiar to you; I wish..."
Lilian was overwhelmed by another set of tears as she heard his voice uttering those unexpected words. "Has it?", she sighed, "I thought that was all that you were; so gentle and kind, Mr Barnes," but then she stopped. Then she raised her eyes to face him; she finally dried her last tears and Lilian mumbled, "Edward, how strange it is to me now!"
He smiled, and his smile made her laugh, with no reasonable excuse; Mr Barnes added:
"I am much more than gentle and kind, my dear Lilian; but that you shall soon find, for I believe our story shall not end, ever."
Our beloved Miss Barton soon became, unsurprisingly though, Mrs Barnes - her young mind could not remember however the numerous times that she had worried about another young lady's achievement of the title, all that she thought of after the ceremony was concerning their future only.
Mr Barnes was soon found to be wealthier than had been stated - not much, however, only two thousand pounds more than his previously-declared ten thousand - yet, to Lady Elizabeth this was a fine discovery, (indeed, she felt happier at the thought of it than Lilian herself did!) and despite Lilian's efforts to tame her joy, her mother visited them as often as her health and resources permitted.
Her visits may have been short, for she was needed in Hertfordshire as well - but both Lilian and Mr Barnes knew it.
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