“Will you come back to your lotus pool, O Clytie?” he asked softly.
“Wouldn’t it be rather cold and damp this weather?” she asked with a little trembling laugh.
“I am going to have it steam-heated,” he answered gravely. “I was there yesterday, Clytie, and it looked very forlorn without you, dear.”
“You were there?” she asked wonderingly.
“Yes. I forgot to tell you, didn’t I? The Larches is mine, dear, and the lotus pool shall be yours for life, if you’ll let me come sometimes and sit beside you under the trees on the bank. Will you?”
She dropped her eyes.
