"You are tired. Rest here, where you are happy."
"I am very happy, but we must go on."
He stood up and lifted her in his arms until she laid her cheek against his and clasped her hands round his neck.
"I am too heavy," she protested. "You are only a child."
"I cannot let you hurt your feet on all these stones," he answered.
"You are very good to me."
"I love you. If you will stay here, I will take care of you always. You will be happy. You will never be hurt. I will watch over you, and no one shall come near you."
She looked from under the shade of the fig-tree on to the silver ribbon of water falling in cascades from one terrace to another.
"No one is near us. We are alone in the world."
"And I love you; and you love me."