She spoke.
'Have I fallen in your eyes?'
'You have always been to me the highest, and will be whilst I live.'
They had passed into the shadow of the trees; he took her hand and held it. The touch seemed to strengthen her, for she looked at him again and spoke firmly.
'Neither was my coming without thought of you. I had no hope that you would be here, no least hope, but I came because it was here I had seen you.'
'Since Wednesday,' Wilfrid returned, 'I have read your letters many times. Could you still speak to me as you did then?'
'If you could believe me.'
'You said once that you did not love me.'
'It was untrue.'
'May you tell me now what it was that came between us?'