CHAPTER XIII
In a secluded corner adjoining the ballroom, Paul and Opal stood hand in hand, conscious only of being together, while their two hearts beat a tumultuous acknowledgment of that world-old power whose name, in whatever guise it comes to us, is Love!
"I said I wouldn't, Paul!" at last she said.
"Wouldn't what?"
"See you again—like this!"
Paul smiled tenderly.
"My darling," he whispered, "what enchantment have you cast over me that all my resolutions to give you up fade away at the first glimpse of your face? I resolve to be brave and remember my duty—until I see you—and then I forget everything but you—I want nothing but you!"
"What do you want with me, Paul?"