"What is it?" he asked.
"The last thing I have found, love," she replied, looking at him earnestly, with a deep sigh of relief.
"Is it of any importance?"
Instead of answering, she suddenly caught him to her bosom, clung to him with all the fervor of her impulsive nature, and breathlessly and passionately covered his face with kisses.
"Gently! gently!" said Leonard, laughing. "You take away my breath."
She drew back, and stood looking at him in silence, with a hand laid on each of his shoulders. "Oh, my angel!" she murmured tenderly. "I would give all I have in the world, if I could only know how much you love me!"
"Surely," he returned, still laughing—"Surely, Rosamond, you ought to know by this time!"
"I shall know soon." She spoke those words in tones so quiet and low that they were barely audible. Interpreting the change in her voice as a fresh indication of fatigue, Leonard invited her to lead him away by holding out his hand. She took it in silence, and guided him slowly to the door.