“I love you so, Horatia, I love you so.”
He kissed her forehead and she did not resist. It amazed her that she felt no resistance—no desire to pull away from him, and the next words were the words which best pleaded his cause.
“We were made for each other.”
That was what she had been wondering. It helped her to have him so sure. Perhaps they were made for each other.
“See how your head fits into the curve of my arm. It belongs there. You are so beautiful—so lovely, Horatia.”
But after a little he wanted his response.
“Do you love me a little?”
“I don’t know. I am so puzzled—so unsure of myself. I don’t know.”
That did not frighten him.
“You will love me,” he said, confidently, “because I’ll love you so much that you can’t help it. Because I adore you.”