“There is but one thing that can join us.”
“What is that?”
“Love.”
Her pure gaze did not falter nor her eyes droop. Curiously regarding him, she seemed immersed in the solution of the problem as he had solved it.
“Do you love me?” she asked.
“With all my soul—such as it is, with all my heart, with every thought, every instinct, every breath I draw.”
She considered him with fearless eyes; the beauty of them was all he could endure.
“You love me?” she repeated.
He bent his head, incapable of speech.
“You wish me to love you?”