“What do you wish?” she asked in a gentle tone.
“What will you give me in return for what I give you?”
Perdita looked down, and hesitated.
“What will satisfy you?” she asked at length.
“You will satisfy me! Nothing else. Will you give me yourself?”
“For that, you will do all I ask?”
“Yes.”
“Well, then, let it be so!” she said, looking up with a momentary smile.
Fillmore stooped and kissed her. A strange, reckless sort of happiness filled his heart. He was no longer the man he had been; but Perdita was his reward.