"Anxious?"
"Yes, but I didn't know why. Howard, within the past few days my love for you has taken so—so trembling a turn. We have been so happy, and—"
"And what, Florence?"
"Oh, I don't know, but something makes me afraid now. You know that there are times when happiness halts to shudder."
He put his arm about her. "Yes, we are sometimes afraid that something may happen because it has not. But it is only a reproachful fancy. We see the sorrow of others and are afraid that we don't deserve to be happy. But I must go," he added, kissing her.
She continued to cling to him. "Do I look all right?" he asked.
"I don't know—I can't see."
"Can't see?"
"No. Love, which they say is blind, has blinded me."
He kissed her again. "But if love blinds, Florence, it would make a bat of me. You are serious tonight," he added, looking into her eyes.