"My little white love!" he whispered. "But you will come and play for me?" he pleaded.
"Yes."
"And you will, you will give me a fair show?" She smiled wanly.
"If I ever give you cause again to fear me, I hope——"
Then Donelle raised her hand and laid it across his lips.
"I am so afraid of this wonderful thing that is happening to me," she said, "and you mustn't say—well! what you were going to say just then."
"Don't fear the love, my darling. It's the sacredest thing in the world." Norval had taken the hand from his lips and now held it in his own. "And we'll keep it holy, Donelle. That is our part."
"Yes, yes; but to think, to think!"
"Don't think, sweet, here. Come close and try to—to—love for a moment without remembering."
"Why, how can I?"