"Just like a dream! Now you belong to me, don't you ?" "Sure, if you want to put it that way," said Pearl "Come on! there's the music again." At the door she was taken from him by the audacious mill foreman.
Wilbur was chilled.

Pearl had instantly recovered her public, or ballroom, manner.

Could it be that she had not been rightly uplifted by the greatness of their moment?
Did she realize all it would mean to them?
But she was meltingly tender when at last they swayed in the waltz to "Home, Sweet Home." And it was he who bore her off under the witching moon to the side entrance of the Mansion.

They lingered a moment in the protecting shadows.

Pearl was chatty--not sufficiently impressed, it seemed to him, with the sweet gravity of this crisis.
"We're engaged now," he reminded her.