"You know I love you."
"I think you do. I am sure I hope you do. If you don't, then I am—a miserable wretch."
"With all my heart I do."
"Then I am as proud as a queen. You will tell him soon?"
"As soon as you are gone. As soon as we are alone together. I will;—and then I will follow you to London. Now shall we not say, Good-bye?"
"Good-bye, my own," she whispered.
"You will let me have one kiss?"
Her hand was in his, and she looked about as though to see that no eyes were watching them. But then, as the thoughts came rushing to her mind, she changed her purpose. "No," she said. "What is it but a trifle! It is nothing in itself. But I have bound myself to myself by certain promises, and you must not ask me to break them. You are as sweet to me as I can be to you, but there shall be no kissing till I know that I shall be your wife. Now take me back."