She did like them--oh, how she liked them, though she did not know what they were! "I nearly began 'My beloved,'" he said solemnly.
Somehow she had expected it to be this.

"Why didn't you ?" she asked, a little disappointed.
"I like the other so much better," he replied.

"To write it was so delicious to me, I thought you would not mind." "I don't mind," she said hastily.

(What could it be ?) "But you would have preferred 'beloved' ?" "It is such a sweet name." "Surely not so sweet as the other, Grizel ?" "No," she said, "no." (Oh, what could it be!) "Have you destroyed it ?" he asked, and the question was a shock to her.

Her hand rose instinctively to defend something that lay near her heart.
"I could not," she whispered.
"Do you mean you wanted to ?" he asked dolefully.
"I thought you wanted it," she murmured.
"I!" he cried, aghast, and she was joyous again.
"Can't you guess where it is ?" she said.
He understood.