“Yes, it is,” he asseverated. “Simply wonderful! And to think that you belong to me! You, you, you!” and his eyes flashed upon her lovely, bewitching face. “By Jove, I shall wake up presently, and find that it really is only a dream.”
She started, and would have withdrawn her hand if it had not been so tightly clasped in his.
“It is only a dream,” she murmured.
“Only a dream?” he repeated.
“Yes,” she said. “A—a—very pleasant dream——”
“Thank you!”
“But a dream still, Lord Neville——”
“My name is Cecil, I’d have you to know!”
“Lord Cecil——”
“Cecil, without the ‘lord,’ if you please.”