She started almost resentfully, so far adrift had she been on the happy sea of her realized day-dream that she had lost sight of all other considerations. It seemed to her that thus must she float on and on, from day to day, lapped in the sweetness of her new found love and exalted above all mundane concerns. She turned to him impulsively,
"Oh, why can't we live in dreamland just a little longer?"
He smiled.
"All our life is to be one long dream, darling, from which there will be no awakening,—but we have yet to make it ours."
"Are we not together? Is that not enough?"
"Yes, darling, and you are coming away with me to a new life,—but we must prepare that new life."
She sat up, throwing off her childish unreasonableness, even as she put back the disordered locks of her hair and straightened her hat.
"Tell me what I am to do,—I am all yours, dear, you shall decide for me."
"Have you a friend with whom you can spend the night? I do not like the idea of your going back for even so few hours to—to your husband," he pronounced the word with an effort.
"No," said Ragna quickly, "not my husband. I no longer recognize his right to call himself by that title. You are my husband dear, you and you only!"