“What is luck, Philip?” she asked.
“Why, this. You and me. Think of the chances against my meeting you in this big world, and think of the chances against your saying ‘Yes.’ But now—now that it has happened it couldn’t have been otherwise.”
Some vague, nameless trouble took possession of the girl, and she shivered slightly.
“You are cold, my darling?” he said quickly.
She had been leaning against the stone balustrade of the terrace, but stood upright, close to him.
“No, not in the least,” she said.
“What is it, then?” he asked.
“It is nothing. Only I suppose I feel it is strange that in a moment the whole future course of one’s life is changed like this.”
He took her hands in his, and the authentic fire of love burned in his eyes.
“Strange?” he said. “Is it not the most wonderful of miracles? I never knew anything so wonderful could happen. It makes all the rest of my life seem dim. There is just this one huge beacon of light. All the rest is in shadow.”