“Oh! You make me so happy! But do you want to make me happier still?”
“What shall I do?”
“Tell me you are not sorry I love you.”
“Oh, no; I am not sorry.”
“Tell me—tell me that you are glad.”
“Yes—I—I think—I am—glad.”
“Oh, my love! Can't you say just one thing more? You know what. Please.”
She breathed quickly. “Perhaps,” she whispered.
Again Elias threw his arms around her, and drew her close to him. This time she offered no resistance. Their eyes met. So did their lips.
“Oh, how hard your heart is beating!” she murmured softly.