And she went.
I was in my favorite window-seat, reading, when they came home and walked into the library.

They never looked my way at all, but just walked toward the fireplace.

And there he took hold of both her hands and said: "Why must you wait, darling?
Why can't you give me my answer now, and make me the happiest man in all the world ?" "Yes, yes, I know," answered Mother; and I knew by her voice that she was all shaky and trembly.

"But if I could only be sure--sure of myself." "But, dearest, you're sure of me!" cried the violinist.

"You _know_ how I love you.