"That is not long. Besides, perhaps you won't learn to love me enough even by that time. Do you think you will? If you really think so—perhaps in June—"
She watched him as he pressed her hands together and kissed them; laughed a little, shyly, as she suddenly divined a new tenderness and respect in his eyes—something matching the vague exaltation of her own romantic dreams.
"I will wait all my life if you wish it," he said.
"Do you mean it?"
"You know I do, now."
She considered him, smiling. "If you truly do feel that way—perhaps—perhaps it might really be in June—or in July—"
"You said June."
"Listen to the decree of the great god Kelly! He says it must be in
June, and he shakes his thunderbolts and frowns."
"June! Say so, Valerie,"
"You have said so."