“I have no choice, Herbert. Anywhere. In your company it is all the same to me. You must decide.”
“Well, then, dearest, since you leave it to me, I declare for the Jumbé Rock. Its summit overlooks the piece of land we intend presenting to our brother, Cubina. While we are there we can select the site for his house. Is it agreeable to you?”
“Dearest Herbert,” replied the young wife, entwining her arm around that of her husband’s, and gazing fondly into his eyes—“the very place I was thinking of.”
“Why of it? Tell me, Kate!”
“Shame, Herbert! Must I tell you? You know that I have told you before.”
“Tell me again. It gives me pleasure to hear you speak of that hour.”
“Hour! scarce a minute was it, and yet a minute worth all the rest of my life! A minute in which I learnt that the language of your eyes was truer than that of your tongue! But for that belief, Herbert, I might, indeed, have yielded to despair. The memory of that sweet glance haunted me—sustained me through all. Despite all, I continued to hope!”
“And I, too, Kate. That remembrance is as dear to me as it can be to you. Let us seek the hallowed spot.”
An hour after, and they stood upon the Jumbé Rock, on that spot so consecrated in their hearts.