“I have loved it here,” she said, in a low voice; “I could stay here forever.”
“Really?”
“Absolutely.”
“And I—I have been happy—happier than in all my life—and yet I’m impatient to be away, as though I had taken everything out of it that was to be taken.”
“Yes; you are like that,” she said slowly, and she nodded to herself. “It is right you should be.”
“I feel that’s what’s going to send me ahead.”
“Yes; it will do that.”
“Look, there’s the moon going down behind Catamount!” he said. She drew closer to him, her head on his shoulder. He laughed a teasing laugh. “Soon it’ll be black, and then a little dryad of the night will no longer be afraid to show what she feels.”
“Yes, yes,” she cried, closing her arms about him suddenly, and as his lips met hers, he found her all trembling, and warm and agitated.