"Yes."
"And so—when I heard you coming—"
"You heard me?"
"I was sitting on the bench outside, Peter."
"And, when you heard me—you put the candles out?"
"They seemed so—very bright, Peter."
"And shut the door?"
"I only—just—closed it, Peter." She was still wrapped in her cloak, as she had been when I first saw her, wherefore I put back the hood from her face. And behold! as I did so, her hair fell down, rippling over my arm, and covering us both in its splendor, as it had done once before.
"Indeed—you have glorious hair!" said I. "It seems wonderful to think that you are my wife. I can scarcely believe it—even yet!"
"Why, I had meant you should marry me from the first, Peter."