"Do you mean, brand us?"
"Yes, dear."
"Does that cause you any real apprehension?" she laughed.
"I am thinking of you."
"Think of me, then," she said gaily, "and know that I am happy and content. The world is turning into such a wonderful friend to me; fate is becoming so gentle and so kind. Happiness may brand me; nothing else can leave a mark. So be at ease concerning me. All shall go well with me, only when with you, my darling, all goes well."
He smiled in sympathy with her gaiety of heart, but the slight shadow returned to his face again. Watching it she said:
"All things shall come to us, Clive."
"All things," he said, gravely,—"except fulfilment."
"That, too," she murmured.