"But now I do.

Oh, Hilary, I do!" "If only you had wanted then!" Though he spoke low, the anguish of his voice was past mistaking.

Sylvia looked at him quickly and most anxiously; and as quickly she looked away.
"Oh, no," she whispered hurriedly.
Her happiness could not be so short-lived a thing.

Her heart stood still at the thought.

It could not be that she had set foot actually within the dreamland, to be forthwith cast out again.