She looked at him eagerly. "Is that all?" she asked.
"That is enough," he answered; "will you promise always to do that?"
She paused a few moments, and then answered, in a tone which indicated her whole soul spoke in the words, "Yes, I promise."
"Thank you," said he, extending his hand.
She gave him hers. He held it a moment in his own. Then, pressing it respectfully to his lips, bade her good-morning, and retired.
CHAPTER XXVIII.
"And when in other climes we meet,
Some isle or vale enchanting,
And all looks flowery, wild and sweet,
And naught but love is wanting,