They went slowly through the wet ferns, hand in hand. It was amazingly true that he had won her, but Jeff could scarce believe the miracle. More than once he recurred to it.
“You saw what no other young woman of your set in Verden did, the human in me through my vagabondage. But why? There's nothing in my appearance to attract.”
“Valiant in velvet, light in ragged luck,” she laughed. “And I won't have you questioning my taste, sir. I've always thought you very good-looking, if you must have it.”
“If you're as far gone as that!” His low laughter rang out to meet hers, for no reason except the best of reasons—that they walked alone with love through a world wonderful.