'You have heavenly messengers near you.'
'They do not always come.'
'Would you consent to make the place less lonely to me?'
Her bosom rose. In deference to her maidenly understanding, she gazed inquiringly.
'If you love it!' said he.
'The place?' she said, looking soft at the possessor.
'Constance!'
'Is it true?'
'As you yourself. Could it be other than true? This hand is mine?'
'Oh! Percy.'