"That is true," she said, simply.
They were silent. It grew darker. All at once she stood still. "Here was a mire last autumn and you used to carry me over. Do you remember?"
He nodded smiling. They went a few steps further. The white reflection of the evening light played over the water of a reservoir.
"And here you told me about Nice and the Angers Bay."
Again he smiled, and they went on. They came to a statue. "There you gave me a villa in Bordighera. Have you forgotten how we built air castles?" said the girl.
The shuddering in the tree tops grew stronger.
She bent back her head and gazed up at her lover as if in a dream. "No one sees us," she whispered. "Kiss me!"
He kissed her long and passionately. "Again!" she whispered, so softly that her voice sounded like the rustling of the leaves.
He kissed her again, murmuring, "I never knew how fair life was until to-day!"
A long sobbing sigh passed through the trees. "Come home, or the thunderstorm will overtake us," she said--her voice had suddenly grown harsh. They turned back.