“But Thyrsis! Do you want me to come?”
“Yes,” he said, “I want you.”
And he felt a tremor pass through her arm. He pressed it tightly to his side. “I love you!” he whispered.
“Ah Thyrsis!” she exclaimed. “How you have tortured me!”
“Hush, dear!” he replied. “Let’s not think of that. It’s all past now. We are going on! You have proven your grit. You are wonderful!”
They went into the park, and sat upon a bench in the sun.
“I’ve finished the book!” he said. “And in a couple more days it’ll be copied. I’ve a letter of introduction to a publisher, and he wrote me he’d read it at once.”
“It seems like a dream to me,” she whispered.
“We won’t have to wait long after that,” he said. “Everything will be clear before us.”
“And what will you do in the meantime?” she asked.