"I swear—"
"Swear not at all!"
"Then I won't!"—and we laughed and were silent while the water rippled in the reeds, the insects wove their woof of sound and ten struck musically from St. Agatha's.
"I must leave you."
"If you go you leave an empty world behind."
"Oh, that was pretty!"
"Thank you!"
"Conceited! I wasn't approving your remark, but that meteor that flashed across the sky and dropped into the woods away out yonder."
"Alas! I have fallen farther than the meteor and struck the earth harder."
"You deserved it," she said, rising and drawing the veil about her throat.