‘Well, I could not resign my sleep, were it only for the sake of my dreams.’
‘Pleasant I trust they were. “Rosy dreams and slumbers light” are for ladies as fair as you.’
‘I am grateful that I always fulfil the poet’s wish; and what is more, I wake only to gather roses: see here!’
She extended to him a flower.
‘I deserve it,’ said Ferdinand, ‘for I have not neglected your first gift;’ and he offered her the rose she had given him the first day of his visit. ‘’Tis shrivelled,’ he added, ‘but still very sweet, at least to me.’
‘It is mine now,’ said Henrietta Temple.
‘Ah! you will throw it away.’
‘Do you think me, then, so insensible?’
‘It cannot be to you what it is to me,’ replied Ferdinand.
‘It is a memorial,’ said Miss Temple.