'A chivalrous gentleman, up to the bounds of his intelligence.'
The bounds of his intelligence closed their four walls in a rapid narrowing slide on Aminta's mind, and she exclaimed:
'If only to pluck flowers in fields and know their names, I must be free! I say what one can laugh at, and you are good and don't. Is the interrogatory exhausted?'
'Aminta, my beloved, if you are free, I claim you.'
'Have you thought—?'
The sense of a dissolving to a fountain quivered through her veins.
'Turn the tables and examine me.'
'But have you thought—oh! I am not the girl you loved. I would go through death to feel I was, and give you one worthy of you.'
'That means what I won't ask you to speak at present but I must have proof.'
He held out a hand, and hers was laid in his.