When I come back from Portsmouth every one shall know, but if you love me--and I know you do--you must marry me to-morrow.
Until I come back no one shall know about it except the clergyman, Mr.
Dow of St.Michael's--I have seen him--and Shoreham, a brother officer of mine.

Ah, you must, Guida, you must! Whatever is worth doing is better worth doing in the time one's own heart says.

I want it more, a thousand times more, than I ever wanted anything in my life." She looked at him in a troubled sort of way.

Somehow she felt wiser than he at that moment, wiser and stronger, though she scarcely defined the feeling to herself, though she knew that in the end her brain would yield to her heart in this.
"Would it make you so much happier, Philip ?" she said more kindly than joyfully, more in grave acquiescence than delighted belief.
"Yes, on my honour--supremely happy." "You are afraid that otherwise, by some chance, you might lose me ?" she said it tenderly, yet with a little pain.
"Yes, yes, that is it, Guida dearest," he replied.

"I suppose women are different altogether from men," she answered.