"I love you," he whispered. "Oh, how I love you!"
"And you will keep your promise?" She smiled back at him.
"Yes."
"Dearest Jack!"
"I'm going to tell the governor when I get home, Florence," he suddenly exclaimed.
"No, no, dear, don't; not yet." The haste of her reply was startling—"I don't think I would," she added more calmly, seemingly herself conscious of it. "Perhaps he'll come on, next year; then he could meet me; and he could see—— Perhaps he might not—might not—like it——"
"Not like it!" he cried. "Yes, you're right; he might fall in love with you himself! Yes, he might," he added in mock seriousness, "I hadn't thought of that...."
They walked slowly through the silent streets to her home, and in the darkness of the little round room he held her close in his arms and kissed her.
"Has it been a happy day?" he whispered, his cheek pressed to hers.