"Will you stay with me?"
Her look grew softer, holding almost the reassuring sweetness of a mother. It was as if she wished to smile away his doubt.
"Of course," she said, again.
She had long since come to know that he was the least given to expressing his feelings when they were most deeply stirred. The very intensity of his emotion seemed to bind him. Now he looked at her, and he flushed very deeply; yet still he made no move to embrace her.
"You are made for the highest and best, Rosamund. I am offering you only the commonplace!"
She looked off over the valley with unseeing eyes. She, too, had her vision.
"'Only the commonplace!' What is that, John? Is it life, and love, and service?"
"It may be," he said, and drew her to him.
She felt for his hand, and let her own creep under its warmth. Together they looked again at the familiar scene before them, colored now with their own dreams. Presently, recalling something of an earlier time, she said.
"It's the land of content, John!"