Dorn murmured back to her, "I adore you."
A little laugh came, and tears reached her cheeks.
"You're so wonderful," she whispered. "Think of it! It's been the same since the first night. You love me—just as you did."
She paused questioningly—an old question to which he gave an old answer.
"I love you more."
"I know it. I can feel it. You won't ever get tired of loving me?"
"Never—never as long as I live."
"Oh, you make me so happy!"
A sigh almost like a moan came from her heart.
"Oh, I'm a fool. I get frightened sometimes—when I hear you talk. Something takes you away. You mustn't ever go away. Promise me. Listen, Erik." She dropped into a panic. "Promise me you won't go to war."