He clasped it with a smile.
“I shall not forget it if I live to be a hundred years old,” he said reverently.
“And yet, you are trying to hurry away from me to-night again. Don’t you like the picture as well now?”
“A thousand times better, dearest,” he cried. “The love that shines in your eyes will make radiant the darkest hour of life. I’ve nothing now to fear. Perfect love has cast out fear. My way’s a shining one whether it leads to a palace or a prison.”
“Come into the dining room,” she whispered, leading him through the door and seating herself at the head of the table. “You remember the night we sat together here?”
“Do I!”
“Would you believe me if I told you that I tried to make you love me that night?”
“You said you tried to hate me.”
“But we can’t always do what we try—can we?” she asked wistfully.
“You did that night I’m sure.”