"Your face is like music to poetry—it turns your character to song."
"Arthur, you may compliment me now if you like; I shall love to hear your praise."
"Dearest," I exclaimed, rising, "how proud and happy your love makes me feel! Finding you here in this solitude and taking you from it, makes me resemble one of those knights of old who rescued beautiful damsels from the guardianship of the horrible dragons which then flourished. Your dragon is more matter-of-fact than the scaly brutes the poets sing of; but let me tell you it is quite as formidable. Ennui is its name."
"Come into the garden," she exclaimed, springing up; "I prefer talking in the sunshine."
"Come into my garden," I answered; "there are trees there and we shall like the cool shade." And she tied on her hat before the looking-glass, regarding me with her black eyes, though she seemed to regard herself. I said, "Would you like to live at Elmore Court when we are married?"
"Oh, yes!" she answered, turning quickly round, "I would not choose to live anywhere else."
"But will you not find it dull?"
"Not with you," she replied.
I kissed her hand. "At all events," I said, "we can live there until the term I have taken it for is expired."