“And now?” I asked, kneeling before her on the moss, the better to see into her beautiful eyes, which sparkled with happiness and tenderness.
“Now I have no longer so many objections,” she replied with her sweetest smile. “But do not remain in that position before me, Leopold. It is only acting a lie, for I foresee you will be my lord and master. But let us now go in, my dear, otherwise they will be alarmed about us at the Castle. They won’t know what to think of our long absence.”
“Just let me say, Francis, it must be with us as Tennyson puts it—
“Sit side by side, full summed in all their powers,
———
Self-reverent each, and reverencing each:
Distinct in individualities,
But like each other even as those who love.”
“Exactly my opinion!” she exclaimed, applauding the sentiment.