He was glad at such a moment to own a good action.
"Do you know, it's good to have you," he said slowly, a moment awed by the thought of the morrow. "I do not fear, but I am glad you are to be with me."
"Yes, I know."
All at once she sprang up, trembling from head to foot, crying:
"Do you hear?"
"The bell?"
"It is six."
"What! you are trembling?"
"Kiss me."