You will write?
Letters will come from you." "As often as possible, my dear.

But they won't come often." "Let them be long, then," she whispered, "very long," and she leaned her head against his shoulder.
"Lie close, my dear," said he.

"Lie close!" For a while longer they talked in low voices to one another, the words which lovers know and keep fragrant in their memories.

The night, warm and clear, drew on toward morning, and the passage of the hours was unremarked.

For both of them there was a glory upon the moonlit land and sea which made of it a new world.