"To obey—to trust? Of course! Is not all enclosed in love? Have I not said, 'I love you?'"
"Enough to leave everyone, to come——"
"How? Valentine?" she cried, with a sudden look of terror; "she waits——"
"To-day," he admitted, "but to-morrow? You will be here in the same place?" He leapt up and knelt imploringly on the dancing planks.
"Yes," she whispered.
"And from that hour you will give yourself to me?" he insisted.
"To you I gave myself a year ago," she said, with solemnity, her candid Breton eyes beaming like a bluer heaven upon him.
He moved uneasily.
"You will not regret?" he urged, in some anxiety.
"Shall I regret that there is a God? that when we love He speaks with us?"