"A home!" said she. The very word was music.
"Our home!" He looked at her and she at him, and their lips met. "For how long have I desired this hour!" said he. "For years!"
"Weeks—only weeks. But—-"
"Very long weeks."
At this they both laughed, and then he went on a little shamefacedly, perhaps—true lovers are always a little shamed at heart before their loved ones,—
"Will you marry me, now, as I am, Agatha? Will you take the risk?"
"What risk?" said she delightfully. "I won't let you talk of risks."
"It's a cottage," said Dillwyn—"a mere cottage."
"I love cottages," said she.
"There are only five rooms altogether."