I ask you to be my wife--I will be true to you--it is with all my heart!" If Jove laughs at lovers' perjuries, the angels must weep at such false oaths as this.

Even as he spoke the words, Stafford remembered the "I love you ?" he had cried to Ida as he knelt at her feet, and he shuddered as Maude drew his head down and his lips met hers.
* * * * * Half an hour later they went slowly up the steps again.

Stafford's head was still burning, he still felt confused, like a man moving in a dream.

Since he had kissed her he had said very little; and the silences had been broken more often by Maude than by him.

She had told him in a low voice, tremulous with love, and hesitating now and again, how she had fallen in love with him the day he had rowed her on the lake; how she had struggled and striven against the feeling, and how it had conquered her.