"Good?"
"As an angel."
"Fair, gentle, and good?"
"All three."
"And yet you loved her not?"
"I loved another! therefore, if she had been indeed an angel, I could not have loved, though I might have worshipped her."
The young man bent his head low till the snowy plume hid his face, and a deep sigh escaped his bosom. "Her thou wouldst have me love, then?" he asked, after a moment's silence, during which the eyes of the other were habitually scanning the horizon.
"I would."
"Wherefore?"
"Because I love thee!"