"Very angry!"
"I'll make amends," he said humbly.
"How?"
"Give me the other hand, and I'll show you."
"Nay! I cannot do that, for we are told that the left hand must never know what the right hand doeth."
"It shall not," he rejoined earnestly, "for I'll tell it a different tale."
"What is it?"
"Give me the hand and you shall know."
Overhead in the green bosquets of yew a group of starlings began to twitter. The sun was just beginning to sink down in the west, throwing round the head of the fair young girl an aureole of gold. He stood watching her, happy in this the supreme moment of his life. A magic veil seemed to envelop him and her, shutting out all that portion of the world which was not poetic and beautiful; and she, the priestess of this exquisite new universe in which he had just entered, was smilingly holding out her dainty hand to him.
He seized it, and a sudden wave of passion caused him to bend over it and to kiss its soft rosy palm.