And he, gazing on those soft, ray-illumined, dark-edged eyes, and the grace of her loose falling tresses, feels a scarce-sufferable holy fire streaming through his members.
It is long ere they speak in open tones.
"O happy day when we met!" What says the voice of one, the soul of the other echoes.
"O glorious heaven looking down on us!" Their souls are joined, are made one for evermore beneath that bending benediction.
"O eternity of bliss!" Then the diviner mood passes, and they drop to earth.
"Lucy! come with me to-night, and look at the place where you are some day to live.

Come, and I will row you on the lake.

You remember what you said in your letter that you dreamt ?--that we were floating over the shadow of the Abbey to the nuns at work by torchlight felling the cypress, and they handed us each a sprig.

Why, darling, it was the best omen in the world, their felling the old trees.

And you write such lovely letters.