"Oh, we have a lot of things—the bridge with the lights—and the road up to the Ridge—and Diogenes. Dr. Austin, you should see Diogenes."
She laughed, and they all laughed with her, but back of Richard's laugh there was an emotion which swept him on and up to heights beyond anything that he had ever hoped or dreamed.
After that, he could hardly wait for the ending of the dinner, hardly wait to get away from them all, and out under the stars.
It was when they were at last alone on the steps above the fountain, with the garden pouring all of its fragrance down upon them, that he said, "I should not have dared ask it if you had not said what you said."
"Oh, St. Michael, St. Michael," she whispered, "where was your courage?"
"But in this gown, this lovely gown, you didn't look like anything that I could—have. I am only a country doctor, Anne."
They clung together, these two who had found Love in the garden. But they had found more than Love. They had found the meaning for all that Richard had done, and for all that Anne would do. And that which they had found they would never give up!
