She had never been in the garden before, and she found her heart beating in a strange fashion.
He did not hear her footsteps, and she was close behind him when she heard his voice, and realized that he was talking to himself, in a low, dreamy tone.

As the meaning of his words dawned on her consciousness she started and grew crimson.

She could not move or speak; as one in a dream she stood and listened to the shy man's reverie, guiltless of any thought of eavesdropping.
"How much I love you, Alice," Jasper Dale was saying, unafraid, with no shyness in voice or manner.

"I wonder what you would say if you knew.
You would laugh at me--sweet as you are, you would laugh in mockery.

I can never tell you.