She nodded her head slowly: "Yes."
"What is it? Tell me and I will say it."
She shook her head slowly: "No."
"What is it? I cannot guess."
"Did you not like to hear me say that—that I—loved you?"
"Ah, yes; you know it. But—oh!—do you wish to hear me say it?"
The head nodded rapidly two or three times: "Yes." And the black curving lashes were lifted for a fleeting, luminous instant.
"It is surely not necessary; you have known it so long already, but I am only too glad to say it. I love you."
She nestled closer to him and hid her face on his breast.
"Now that I have said it, what is my reward?" he asked—and the fair face came up, red and rosy, with "rewards," any one of which was worth a king's ransom.