"I will—if you wish," she answered.
He drew her rain-cloak around her, buttoned the cape and high collar, and settled the hood on her head. She looked up under her pointed hood.
"Do you care so much for me?" she asked, listlessly.
"Will you give me the right—always—forever?"
"Do you mean that—that you love me?"
"I have always loved you."
Still she looked up at him from the shadow of her hood.
"I love you, Lorraine."
One arm was around her now, and with the other hand he held both of hers.
She spoke, her eyes on his.