After the interval of a minute or two he remembered himself, and turned round. Seeing her seated, he approached her, and went down on both knees close at her feet. Then he took her hands again, for the third time, and looked up into her eyes.
"Oswald, you on your knees!" she said.
"I would not bend to a princess," he said, "to ask for half her throne; but I will kneel here all day, if you will let me, in thanks for the gift of your love. I never kneeled to beg for it."
"This is the man who cannot make speeches."
"I think I could talk now by the hour, with you for a listener."
"Oh, but I must talk too."
"What will you say to me?"
"Nothing while you are kneeling. It is not natural that you should kneel. You are like Samson with his locks shorn, or Hercules with a distaff."
"Is that better?" he said, as he got up and put his arm round her waist.
"You are in earnest?" she asked.