I suppose you will be more and more thoughtful.' 'Deep on his front engraven Deliberation sat, and public care--' quoted Wilfrid, with a little wrying of the lips.

'This, you know, is one of the penalties of greatness.' She seemed about to rise, but it was only to slip forward and sink upon her knees by his side, her arms embracing him.

It was like the fall of fair waters, so gracefully impulsive, so self-abandoning.
'Not one kiss to-day ?' she murmured, her voice like the dying of a flute.
And she raised to him a face lit from the inmost sanctuary of love.
'You are as beautiful,' he said, 'as any woman of whom fable ever told.
Your beauty frightens me.

It is sometimes more than human--as though the loveliest Greek goddess suddenly found breath and colour and the light of eyes.' Beatrice threw her head far back, laughing silently; he saw the laughter dance upon her throat.
'My love! my own!' she whispered.

'Say you love me!' 'Dearest, I love you!' 'Ah! the words make my heart flutter so! I am glad, glad that I have beauty; but for that you would never have loved me.