"Nothing." she quietly replied, "only I think of it now and then."
Cornelius did not reply; but he slowly turned towards me, and as I sat by his side, my two hands clasped on his shoulder and my head resting on them, I saw him give me a look so troubled and so strange, that I could not help asking—
"What is it, Cornelius?"
"Nothing," he replied hastily, "but don't you think you had better go to bed?"
"Well then, good-night, Cornelius;" I attempted to bend his face to mine; he looked annoyed, and averted it impatiently.
"I knew you were vexed with me for having waited for you outside," I observed, feeling ready to cry; "I am sure of it now; that is why you won't kiss me."
Cornelius bit his lip, and, giving my forehead an impatient kiss, said, shortly—
"There, child, are you satisfied?"
"Well, but am I not to kiss you?" I asked in the same tearful tone.
"Please yourself," he replied, resignedly allowing me to embrace him.