Stopping by mutual consent, they gazed at the peaceful, familiar scene, so ennobled and etherealized by the moon's soft radiance.
"I shall think of this walk, somehow, whenever I see the full moon," said Dam, breaking a long silence.
"And I," replied Lucille.
"I hate going away this time, somehow, more than usual," he blurted out after another spell of silence.

"I can't help wondering whether you'll be--the same--when I come back at Christmas." "Why--how should I be different, Dammy ?" asked the girl, turning her gaze upon his troubled face, which seemed to twitch and work as though in pain.
"How ?...

Why, you might be--" "Might be what, dear ?" "You might be--engaged." The girl saw that in the man's eyes to which his tongue could not, or would not, give utterance.

As he spoke the word, with a catch in his breath, she suddenly flung her arms round his neck, pressed her lips to his white face, and, with a little sob, whispered:-- "Not unless to you, Dam, darling--there is no other man in the world but you," and their lips met in their first lover's kiss....

Oh, the wonderful, glorious world!...