"Ah, if it means that!"
"Or I shall come sleepy and ugly to it; and you'd leave me on the platform and go away!"
"Shout for Mina—now—without another word!"
"Oh, just one more," she pleaded, laughing.
"I can't promise to be moderate."
"Come, we'll go and find her. Give me your hand." She caught his hand in hers, and snatched the candle from the table. She held it high above her head, looking round the room and back to his eyes again. "My home now, because my love is here," she said. "Mine and yours, and yours and mine—and both the same thing, Harry, now."
He listened smiling. Yes, it would be the same thing now.
There they stood together for a moment, and together they sighed as they turned away. To them the room was sacred now, as it had always been beautiful; in it their love seemed to lie enshrined.
They went downstairs together full of merriment, the surface expression of their joy. "Look grave," he whispered, setting his face in a comical exaggeration of seriousness. Cecily tried to obey and tumbled into a gurgle of delight.
"I will directly," she gasped as they came to the hall. Mason stood there waiting.