“Oh, do!” she cried. “That would be just splendid!”
“Would you like to live here again, Inza?”
“Nothing in this wide world could make me happier!”
“Nothing, Inza?”
Her head drooped. After a moment she murmured:
“Well, I did not mean just that, Frank.”
“Here is the old gate,” he said, drawing her toward it. “Don’t you remember a certain evening years ago when we stood here by the gate?”
“I shall never forget it!” she declared, slipping from him and passing through to the other side. “I was in here and you out there, just as we are now.”
“And it was a beautiful moonlight night, but the trees had leaves on them and cast a shadow here, so the moon could not see what happened that night.”
She laughed, in spite of the fact that her heart was beating very fast.