“Yes; that!”

He stooped nearer; his voice was steady and very low, and she leaned with bent head to listen, clear-eyed, intelligent, absorbed.

“So that is love—what you tell me?”

“Yes—partly.”

“And the other part?”

“The other part is when you find you love me.”

“I—do. I think it must be love, because I can’t bear to have you go away. Besides, I wish you to tell me—things.”

“Ask me.”

“Well—when two—like you and me, begin to love—what happens?”

“We confess it——”