"If it would only go on for ever!" she continued. "I'm so hungry for happiness."
"Why shouldn't it?" he laughed.
"Will it be just the same when we're married?"
"Eh! Of course."
"Sure?"
"So long as you don't change," he declared.
She laughed scornfully, while he sauntered down to the sea, cigarette in mouth. Mavis settled herself luxuriously to watch the adored one through lazy, half-closed eyelids. He had previously thrown away his straw hat; she saw how the wind wantoned in his light curls. All her love seemed to well up into her throat. She would have called to him, but her tongue refused speech; she was sick with love; she wondered if she would ever recover. As he idled back, her eyes were riveted on his face.
"What's up with little Mavis?" he asked carelessly, as he reached her side.
"I love you—I love you—I love you!" she whispered faintly.
He threw himself beside her to exclaim: