“What's the use of both of us knowing the language?” he demanded.
“I'm afraid we shall be—too happy,” she sighed, presently.
“Too happy!” he repeated.
“I sometimes wonder,” she said, “whether happiness and achievement go together. And yet—I feel sure that you will achieve.”
“To please you, Victoria,” he answered, “I think I should almost be willing to try.”
CHAPTER XXX. P.S.
By request of one who has read thus far, and is still curious.
Yes, and another who, in spite of himself, has fallen in love with Victoria and would like to linger a while longer, even though it were with the paltry excuse of discussing that world-old question of hers—Can sublime happiness and achievement go together? Novels on the problem of sex nowadays often begin with marriages, but rarely discuss the happy ones; and many a woman is forced to sit wistfully at home while her companion soars.
“Yet may I look with heart unshook
On blow brought home or missed—
Yet may I hear with equal ear
The clarions down the List;
Yet set my lance above mischance
And ride the barriere—
Oh, hit or miss, how little 'tis,
My Lady is not there!”