"Oh, I don't think so. It's more a victory than a defeat."
"No, the heart surrenders." They heard the Judge exclaim, "No, it is not going to stop."
"Agnes, did your heart ever surrender?"
"You must not ask me that."
"Why not? Did your heart ever fight till it was so tired that it had to give up—surrender?"
"You mustn't ask me that. You'll make me cry." She hid her eyes.
"In sorrow, Agnes?"
"No—no, in happiness."
He put his arms about her, kissed her, pouring forth his dream of the fountain and the evening in summer. The Judge startled them. "Don't let me disturb your tableau," he said, laughing, "but I must see my son in here alone, not in the office where—where the safe is."
"Come," said Bradley, taking Agnes by the hand, "Let us watch with them."