He smiled fondly down at her. She was so sweet and lovable, so charmingly frank, to let him see how dear he was to her, and yet not in the least unmaidenly about it.
“Very well; I will promise anything you ask,” he said tenderly; “but first, since I have confessed so much, let me hear you say that you love me.”
She leaned toward him with parted lips and gleaming eyes; she clasped her small, white hands, and laid them upon his breast.
“Gerald,” she breathed softly, “you know that I love you with all my heart.”
Again he folded her close, his face luminous with happiness.
“Bless you, my darling!” he said, with passionate earnestness. “Now you may ask me whatever you will.”