Or when she seated herself in the open carriage for a drive which would warm her cheeks and make her lips redder and sweeter.
'Edmund,' she said to him one evening, as they talked by the fireside, 'don't you think you take life rather too gravely ?' He laughed.
'Gravely?
Don't I seem to enjoy myself ?' 'Oh yes; just now.

But--still in a rather serious way.

One would think you always had cares on your mind, and were struggling to get rid of them.' 'I haven't a care in the world.

I am the most blessed of mortals.' 'So you ought to think yourself.

But when we get back again, how will it be?
You won't be angry with me?
I really don't think I can live again as we were doing.' 'Not live as--' His brow darkened; he looked at her in astonishment.
'We ought to have more enjoyment,' she pursued courageously.