She bit off the end of a spray, and holding it between her lips—
'Take it,' she said.
They exchanged a long, long kiss in among the perfume.
He drew her closer and said with a tremor in his voice, 'Come.'
'No, Andrea—no; let us stay here. I will make the tea for you.'
She took her lover's hand and twined her fingers into his. 'I don't know what is the matter with me. My heart is so full of love that I could almost cry.'
The words trembled on her lips; her eyes were full of tears.
'Oh, if only I need not leave you, if I could stay here always!'
Her heart was so full that it lent an indefinable sadness to her words.
'When I think that you can never know the whole extent of my love! That I can never know yours! Do you love me? Tell me, say it a hundred, a thousand times—always—you love me?'