"Oh, that's easy."
"Is it? How?"
"Well, don't I know you?"
"Do you? I wish you did."
Up in the branches something stirred. It may have been Cupid—probably it was.
But silence followed this conversational effort—a silence broken by a great heaving sigh, mostly of excitement, and the strains of the band which drifted out of the windows of the College Hall.
And over them both, as over all other men and women, young and old, at the beginning and at the end, hung the moon and the stars.
How good it is to be young and in love!