And the dreams sank down into the hurrying waters; yet still the warm clouds sailed across the sky.
* * * * *
Like a rushing flood—the old desire again.
"Can anything be cruel that is meant in love? A question only—showing in itself how deeply I love her? It is torture not to know; I must break through it—I must learn the truth!"
"…" But the other voice was lost in a rush of foaming waters.
* * * * *
He took the girl's hand in his, and spoke warmly, with beautiful words.
Her fair brow darkened under a cloud—so dark seemed any cloud there that for a moment he wished he had not spoken.
"I never thought you could doubt me," she murmured, almost in tears.
"Or ask—or ask for that!"
"Oh, my love," he thought. "If you only knew! Just one word, and then
I can tell you all—and we shall be doubly happy after."