"There is no time," was the faint reply. "You go to-morrow."
"I forgot; no, there is no time. It is not fair to ask you. Promise me if I come home for a day or two you will consent?"
"Readily, Alan. I am yours when you wish to take me," she answered.
"Supposing we do not leave to-morrow, supposing it is a few more days, that there is time?" he said, his eyes very bright and eager.
"If there is time——" she hesitated.
"You will?"
"Yes."
This was too much for him; he was overwhelmed at his happiness. He clasped her in his arms again and crushed her until it pained, but it was exquisite pain, she felt safe with those strong arms about her.
"I feel as though I never want to let you go again," he said.
She laughed happily.