“Thanks so much!” and she curtsied to him playfully. “May I say good-night? Will not your mother wonder where we are?”
“My mother is too sensible a woman to question my movements,” he replied. “Come! You are sure you feel strong and well?”
“Quite sure!” she said, then paused, surprised at the intense way he looked at her.
“Have you ever heard these lines?” he asked, suddenly:
“O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night,
Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop’s ear—
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!”
Diana smiled happily.
“Of course! Shakespeare’s utterance! Who else has ever written or could write such lines?”