Her face was averted now, but she spoke distinctly enough for him to hear every whispered word.
"Yes, I think—I believe—I do. I have thought about it a great deal since you spoke."—Three hours ago! "And I believe I——"
She could not quite say it—yet.
"Emily, dearest, I am so happy it seems to me I can hardly breathe. I do not dare to look at you. I love you so! Come, let us hurry back to the shore."
"Mr. Revere——" she began, starting the boat again.
"That will not do at all," he interrupted, promptly and decisively; "you must call me something else—now that you—oh, do you?"
"Richard," she said, bravely.
"Those who love me call me 'Dick,'" pleadingly.
"I couldn't say that—not just yet—Dick!"
He laughed in sheer pleasure.