"There are only two more lines," he said; "you had much better not know them."
"I must," said she. "What are they?"
"Ah! you can love, true girl,
And is your love for me?"
"No, I'm afraid not," said Naomi, at last.
"I thought not."
"Nor for anybody else—nor for anybody else!"
She was leaning over him, and one of her hands had fallen upon his neck—so kindly—so naturally—like a mother's upon her child.
"Then you are not in love with anybody else!" he cried, joyously. "You are not engaged!"
"Yes," she answered, sadly. "I am engaged."