As he now withdrew his arms, he sat looking into her eyes with his face close to hers. Then leaning over, he began to measure his face upon her face, starting with the forehead, and being very particular when he got to the long eyelashes, then coming down past the nose. They were very silly and merry about the measuring of the noses. The noses would not fit the one upon the other, not being flat enough. He began to indulge his mischievous, teasing mood:
"Suppose he doesn't like my voice!"
She laughed the idea to scorn.
"Suppose he wouldn't take me!"
"Ah, but he will take you."
"If he wouldn't have me, you'd never want to see me any more, would you?"
She strained him to her heart and rocked to and fro over him.
"This is what I could most have wished in all the world," she said, holding him at arm's-length with idolatry.
"Not more than a fine house and servants and a greenhouse and a carriage and horses and a new piano—not more than everything you used to have!"
"More than anything! More than anything in this world!"