"I believe John Levine would be glad, if he knew," said Lydia, wistfully.
"I know he'd be glad. . . . Lydia, do you love me, dear?"
"Love you! Oh, more than all the world! You know it, don't you?"
"I know it, but I can't believe it." His arm tightened around Lydia and as on just such an evening, four years before, he said,
"What a wonderful night!"
A wonderful night, indeed! Sound and scent of bursting summer.
Syringas coming as lilacs went. The lake, lap-lapping on the shore.
The lazy croak of frogs and the moon sinking low over the cottage.
Above them the pine, murmuring as of old. Life and the year at the
full. A wonderful night, indeed!