'Because I cannot hear the beloved assurance too often.' He kissed her tenderly, we cannot say how many times, nor would it matter, while she lay passive in his arms, and then he said, 'Shall we try our fate with this rose?'
'How?'
'By plucking it, leaf by leaf, saying each time "Lucky, Unlucky," till the last leaf comes.'
'Something à la Marguerite.'
'Yes.'
'No, decidedly no, dearest Evan.'
'You are superstitious. Well, so am I.'
'Thus an omen would only torment us, and surely we have enough—enough——' Tears choked her voice, and she could only add, 'Trust, dearest Evan, trust.'
'In what, my darling?'
'The great goodness of God.'