“‘This test for love:—in every kiss, sealed fast To feel the first kiss and forebode the last’—
So it has been with us; hasn’t it, my lover?”
“So it shall always be,” he answered, low and deep.
Her eyes dreamed. “How could any man feel what he put in those lines?” she murmured.
“Some woman taught him,” said Banneker.
She threw him a fairy kiss. “Why haven’t we ‘The Voices’ here! You should read to me.... Do you ever wish we were back in the desert?”
“We shall be, some day.”
She shuddered a little, involuntarily. “There’s a sense of recall, isn’t there! Do you still love it?”
“It’s the beginning of the Road to Happiness,” he said. “The place where I first saw you.”
“You don’t care for many things, though, Ban.”