“Yes,” assented Thyrsis. “I suppose so.”
“Well, then, we’ll make that bargain between us; that will be our marriage.”
“That suits me better,” he replied.
She thought for a moment, and then said, with a laugh, “Let us have a little ceremony of our own.”
“Very well,” said he.
“Are you ready for it now?” she inquired. “Your mind is quite made up?”
“Quite made up.”
She looked about her, to make sure that no one was in sight; and then she put her hand in his. “I have been to weddings,” she said. “And so I know how they do it.—I take thee, Thyrsis, to be the companion of my soul. I give myself to thee freely, for the sake of love, and I will stay so long as thy soul is better with me than without. But if ever this should cease to be, I will leave thee; for if my soul is weaker than thine, I have no right to be thy mate.”
She paused. “Is that right?” she asked.
“Yes,” he said, “that is right.”