And Lionel bends his handsome head down to the fair woman whose face is unturned to his. He says, whisperingly, while his face is illumined with happiness.
"A few days, beloved, and then we shall lead, till I weary my wife with the intensity of my love, the life of the lotus-eaters."
"Yes, my own tired love, yes; our home, until our world bids us forth, shall be a very 'castle of indolence,' 'a pleasing land of drowsy head, 'twill be of dreams that wave before our half-closed eyes, and of gay castles in the clouds that pass forever flashing round our summer sky.'"
And the large dark eyes are full of love's warm light, as the ayren voice dies away to a murmur.
THE END.
End of Project Gutenberg's A Heart-Song of To-day, by Annie Gregg Savigny