"Would my lady have her knight place it second?"
"Nay, love should have first place," she declared boldly; and now her eyes were tender.
"Twin sisters to go hand in hand rather," he said softly, "as you and I would have them."
"But it is lonely at Langton Hall," she replied piteously, as a spoilt child.
"Less lonely than London town, I warrant. Yet my father remains at Berrington now."
"And my brother's friends stay at the Hall. It does not please me."
"You will not forget the honeysuckle?"
"I do not forget what I want."
"Nor I—even in dreams," he whispered, raising the white hand which lay against his sleeve and kissing it reverently.
A step on the path behind startled them, for it had seemed before that the world was empty save for they two. But no Paradise lacks its serpent.