“Oh, yes,” kissing her; “you are love, and my life.”
She sighed.
“That is why I believe in the freedom of love,” he began again. “There can be no bondage—ever—in love.”
“Only the vows we take,” she whispered.
“Yes, of course, marriage,” he admitted.
“It is like being confirmed—in love—isn’t it?”
“Why, yes, for those who love.”
“And we do,” she said.
“Yes, indeed,” he returned heartily—and hurriedly, if she had noticed; for she was getting off on the wrong tack, and he wanted to say what he had to say before this wind filled her sails. “But it is by love, not law, that you chose me; isn’t it?”
“Oh, yes, my love,” she answered softly.