"I was not really afraid of you, you know--it was a stupid fancy--I cannot explain it.

But I am quite well now, and I am only TOO happy.

Why, I would not lose your love for all the world--you MUST believe me!" And she touched my hand caressingly with her lips.

I withdrew it gently, and stroked her hair with an almost parental tenderness; then I said quietly: "If so, we are agreed, and all is well.

Let me advise you to take a long night's rest: your nerves are weak and somewhat shaken.