“I have no Druid’s mistletoe from the Chapel of St. George, but I will give you—stoop down, Philip,” she added softly, “I will give you the first kiss I have ever given to any man.”
He stooped. She kissed him on the forehead, then upon the lips.
“Guida, my wife,” Philip said, and drew her to his breast.
“My Philip,” she answered softly. “Won’t you say, ‘Philip, my husband’?”
She shyly did as he asked in a voice no louder than a bee’s. She was only seventeen.
Presently she looked up at him with a look a little abashed, a little anxious, yet tender withal.
“Philip,” she said, “I wonder what we will think of this day a year from now—no, don’t frown, Philip,” she added. “You look at things so differently from me. To-day is everything to you; to-morrow is very much to me. It isn’t that I am afraid, it is that thoughts of possibilities will come whether or no. If I couldn’t tell you everything I feel I should be most unhappy. You see, I want to be able to do that, to tell you everything.”
“Of course, of course,” he said, not quite comprehending her, for his thoughts were always more material. He was revelling in the beauty of the girl before him, in her perfect outward self, in her unique personality. The more subtle, the deeper part of her, the searching soul never to be content with superficial reasons and the obvious cause, these he did not know—was he ever to know? It was the law of her nature that she was never to deceive herself, to pretend anything, nor to forgive pretence. To see things, to look beyond the Hedge, that was to be a passion with her; already it was nearly that.
“Of course,” Philip continued, “you must tell me everything, and I’ll understand. And as for what we’ll think of this in another year, why, doesn’t it hold to reason that we’ll think it the best day of our lives—as it is, Guida?” He smiled at her, and touched her shining hair. “Evil can’t come out of good, can it? And this is good, as good as anything in the world can be.... There, look into my eyes that way—just that way.”
“Are you happy—very, very happy, Philip?” she asked, lingering on the words.