Oh, Heaven, it was too great a joy!
Unconsciously she drew nearer and put her hand upon his shoulder, timidly, caressingly, and as the music ceased, Jack turned and caught it prisoner in his.
“Yes, dear, I love but thee!” he murmured.
“And I”—she breathed, her eyes melting with passionate tenderness—“and I love but thee.”
“My darling,” he whispered, “do you know what you are giving me—your precious self—and to whom you are giving it?”
The voice fell; conscience was awake again.
“Una,” he went on, hurriedly, passionately. “I am not worthy of your love——”
“I love but thee!” she breathed, softly.
“You do not know, you who are so ignorant of the world, what it means to wed a man like myself, penniless, worthless—oh, Heaven, forgive me!”
“I love but thee!” she breathed, for all her answer.