“One does strange things on—on impulse. I have suffered so, and it was such a relief.”
“The gates of relief are still open,” and I spread out my arms.
“I mean to see you,” she cried, with a flash of the eyes and a blush.
“And I mean—to feel——”
“Come, let us be sensible and talk.”
“I think we have been very sensible without talking.”
“They will not let us be long together,” she continued, ignoring my words and looks and sitting down.
“That will depend on you, Helga.”
“On me? How?”
“You have but to say one word, and we shall be always together.”