“Why do you ask me not? Is it nothing to hear of love, even though you may not need it? Oh, I—”
“Please.”
He took a step toward her, then turned sharply away. Presently he laughed:
“Ha! I said we’d be as honest as dreams are—and we have been. You know how dreams go—leaping from rock to rock—clearing all difficulties—you and the subject to the predestined end.”
“What is the predestined end?” said Curiosity.
“To make you happy.”
“Is that a part of love?”
“All of mine,” he said.
She stretched out her hand.
“Oh, you’re rather good. I’m glad you came, you have given me back what I had lost.”