"Daisy!" His voice vibrated with sudden passion. "Will you come with me to the other side of the world in any case?"
"What--even if you make your fortune?"
"Yes; even if I make my fortune!"
She looked at him with that something on her face which is the best thing that a man can see. And tears came into her eyes. And she said to him, in the words which have been ringing down the ages--
"Whither thou goest, I will go; and where thou lodgest, I will lodge; thy people shall be my people, and thy God, my God; where thou diest, will I die, and there will I be buried; the Lord do so to me, and more also, if aught but death part thee and me!"
It may be that the words savoured to him of exaggeration; at any rate, he turned away, as if something choked his utterance. She, too, was still.
"I suppose you don't want a grand wedding."
"I want a wedding, that's all I want. I don't care what sort of a wedding it is so long as it's a wedding. And"--again her voice sank, and again she drew closer to his side--"I don't want to have to wait for it too long."
"Will you be ready to marry me within a month?"
"I will."