He buried his face in the loose folds of her dress and so they remained for a second. Then she slipped through his hold to her knees also, and they knelt looking into each other's eyes.
The sun rising slowly, majestically, out of the sea shone upon their shining faces. Vaguely, as in a glass, darkly the twain had passed to one; they were nearer the Great Unity.
"Duke," whispered Marmie, with a faint shiver, "I think I'm afraid!"
"And I," he said joyously, finding her lips, "feel as if I never could be afraid again--never--never--never!"
[VII]
"Duke," she said, for at least the twentieth time, "I keep wondering how it came about."
He spent all his spare time now--it was not much--in the vine pergola, and he was picking out the ripe grapes from a bunch as he answered her.
"I don't. I had been thinking about you a lot; and then I was tired--really done!"
"What an excuse for falling in love," she protested half-vexedly; "but I should like to know."
He came over to her and put his arm round her waist.