“Yes, dearest.”
“Virginia, did you dream of me?”
She raised her head quickly, and awe was in her eyes. “How did you know?”
“Because I dreamed of you,” he answered. “And those dreams used to linger with me half the day as I went about my work. I used to think of them as I sat in the saddle on the march.”
“I, too, treasured them,” she said. “And I hated myself for doing it.”
“Virginia, will you marry me?”
“Yes.”
“To-morrow?”
“Yes, dear, to-morrow.” Faintly, “I have no one but you—now.”
Once more he drew her to him, and she gloried in his strength.