"With all my heart," he answered. "I hope you will love me sometime."
Their lips came together.
"I do not ask you, now, to say that you love me," said the young man. "You are young and do not know your own heart."
She rose on tiptoe and fondly touched his cheek with her fingers.
"But I do love you," she whispered.
"I thank God you have told me, but I shall ask you for no promise. A year from now, then, dear, I shall ask you to promise that you will be my wife sometime."
"Oh, let me promise now," she whispered.
"Promise only that you will love me if you see none you love better."
They were slowly nearing the door. Suddenly she stopped, looking up at him.
"Are you sure you love me?" she asked.