The next day she went to where he was sitting alone, far from the other passengers.
“Mr Somers,” she said, “you will not really leave the yacht at Sydney?”
“If you tell me to stay, I will stay by the ship—I will stay by you, and you shall know what love means,” he said.
“Ah,” she said, “I think I have learned that already.”
“My beloved—you tell me to stay?”
“I believe that you love me,” said she.
“My darling—my beloved! You are more to me than all the world—you are dearer to me than my hope of heaven!”
“Yes: you have shown me that you are speaking the truth. It is very terrible, but I know that it is the truth.”
“It is the truth. And I know that you love me.”
“I wonder if I ever loved any one else,” said she, after a pause—“that is, I wonder if any one else ever loved me as you have done.”