Do you not also see it in my face--all that I feel for you, the love that makes me happy?
For this is love, Rima, the flower and the melody of life, the sweetest thing, the sweet miracle that makes our two souls one." Still resting in my arms, as if glad to rest there, still gazing into my face, it was clear to me that she understood my every word.

And then, with no trace of doubt or fear left, I stooped again, until my lips were on hers; and when I drew back once more, hardly knowing which bliss was greatest--kissing her delicate mouth or gazing into her face--she all at once put her arms about my neck and drew herself up until she sat on my knee.
"Abel--shall I call you Abel now--and always ?" she spoke, still with her arms round my neck.

"Ah, why did you let me come to Riolama?
I would come! I made him come--old grandfather, sleeping there: he does not count, but you--you! After you had heard my story, and knew that it was all for nothing! And all I wished to know was there--in you.

Oh, how sweet it is! But a little while ago, what pain! When I stood on the mountain when you talked to me, and I knew that you knew best, and tried and tried not to know.

At last I could try no more; they were all dead like mother; I had chased the false water on the savannah.