He was grave.
"Yes, Gertrude, I am very vehement, I sometimes have terrible fits of passion."
"Those are not the worst men," she said, putting her arm round his neck.
"Are you so sure of that?" he asked, smiling into the lovely face that looked so gentle now in the twilight.
"Yes. My grandmother always said so," she replied.
"The grandmother in the old time?"
"Yes, dearest. Oh, if you had only known her! But I should like to see your mother," she added.
"We will go to see her, darling, as soon as we are married. When will that be?"
"Frank," she said, instead of answering, "don't let us go on a journey at once; let me know first what it is to have a home where love, trust and mutual understanding dwell together. Let me learn first what peace is."
"Yes, my Gertrude. Would to God I could carry you off to the old house to-morrow."