"Wonderful child!" he whispered.
She replied, in a voice deep as the diapason note of an organ: "Am I wonderful?"
"You are," she said, after a pause.
He nodded.
"I?" He smiled, caressing her hair. "I feel—I feel, Helen, as if nothing in the world had ever happened to me until this night! Nothing at all!"
"I do," she whispered.
"As if—as if nothing in the world had ever happened to anybody until now."
"You love me?"
"Yes, Kenneth."
"I love you."