“I will go with thee to the ends of the earth,” he murmured.
“And if,” she said, “when I return to my country, this city of thine shall appear, as is possible, too dreadful a place in which to dwell, I shall be free to remain?”
“Thou wilt never wish to do so,” he said, with resolution.
“And if, when I hear again the familiar voices of my native land, and see the joyous faces of the people, thou shalt seem to me an alien, and unlovable, thou wilt leave me for ever?”
“But this cannot be,” he rejoined.
“I know not,” she said; “but if it should so chance, then thou wilt consent?”
“I consent even to this,” he said; “but it can never be.”
Tears stood in his eyes; and Daphne said quickly—
“But if, as my heart tells me is more probable, I yield to thy love, and thy will becomes my will, then thou wilt, first of all, wed me according to the custom of the Greeks?”
“That will I do most joyfully,” he said. “I will prepare to return with thee as speedily as possible.” And again he wished to embrace her.