"Tell me. Do you wish to go?"
The question was a subtle one. A moment or two she did not answer, and then forswore herself, and said, Yes.
"Do you—you wish to go?" He looked with quivering eyelids under hers.
A fainter Yes responded.
"You wish—wish to leave me?" His breath went with the words.
"Indeed I must."
Her hand became a closer prisoner.
All at once an alarming delicious shudder went through her frame. From him to her it coursed, and back from her to him. Forward and back love's electric messenger rushed from heart to heart, knocking at each, till it surged tumultuously against the bars of its prison, crying out for its mate. They stood trembling in unison, a lovely couple under these fair heavens of the morning.
When he could get his voice it said, "Will you go?"
But she had none to reply with, and could only mutely bend upward her gentle wrist.