She struggled out of his arms and darted forward.
"We must go on."
"When you are happy?"
"Yes. I have to go on. Who are you?"
"I cannot tell you. I have not lived till now."
"I never lived till you told me that you loved me. Kiss me! Kiss my eyes! I love you and I am happy.... But I have to go on. You are a child."
"Like you. Let me kiss your hand."
"My eyes! Kiss my eyes! They were aching, but you have made me happy...."
Barbara was still speaking when she awoke. Her arms were thrown wide, as though she were waiting to embrace some one, and she heard her own whispered "happy."