There, look into my eyes that way--just that way." "Are you happy--very, very happy, Philip ?" she asked, lingering on the words.
"Perfectly happy, Guida," he answered; and in truth he seemed so, his eyes were so bright, his face so eloquent, his bearing so buoyant.
"And you think we have done quite right, Philip ?" she urged.
"Of course, of course we have.

We are honourably disposing of our own fates.

We love each other, we are married as surely as others are married.

Where is the wrong?
We have told no one, simply because for a couple of months it is best not to do so.

The parson wouldn't have married us if there'd been anything wrong." "Oh, it isn't what the clergyman might think that I mean; it's what we ourselves think down, down deep in our hearts.