"You broke my heart," she murmured. "I loved you, Dan. What could I do?"
"Don't!" he begged as he tightened his arm about her. "I loved you, Constance—what could I do? We've been through the fire together. It has all come right. It's all so beautiful."
They stood together at the little garden spot. Two brave red roses now blossomed there, and he plucked them both, pinning them at her throat with hands that trembled. They turned and looked out over the little valley, and to them it seemed a golden cup overrunning with joy.
"Heart's Desire," he murmured, and once more his cheek rested against hers.
"Yes," she whispered vaguely, "all, all—your Heart's Desire, I hope—and mine—mine."
"It's the world," he murmured. "It is the Beginning. We are the very first. Oh, Eve! Eve!"