Things went on this way until the approach of vacation, when they decided to take a walk after their last lesson, instead of returning immediately to Paris.
When the day came the sun was very hot; they had walked some distance, when Phillis expressed a wish to rest for a few minutes. They seated themselves in a shady copse, and soon found themselves in each other’s arms.
Since then Saniel had never spoken of marriage, and neither had Phillis.
They loved each other.
CHAPTER VII. A LITTLE DINNER FOR TWO
Saniel was still at work when Phillis returned.
“You have not yet finished, dear?”
“Give me time to cure, by correspondence, a malady that has not yielded to the care of ten physicians, and I am yours.”
In three lines he finished the letter, and left his desk.