I think, Naida, the time has come to say them." Their immediate neighbours had deserted them.

He leaned a little towards her.
"You know so well that I love you, Naida," he said.

"Will you be my wife ?" She looked up at him, half laughing, yet with tears in her eyes.

With an impulsive little gesture, she caught his hand in hers for a moment.
"How horribly sure you must have felt of me," she complained, "to have spoken here, with all these people around! Supposing I had told you that my life's work lay amongst my own people, or that I had made up my mind to marry Oscar Immelan, to console him for his great disappointment." "I shouldn't have believed you," he answered, smiling.
"Conceit!" she exclaimed.
He shook his head.
"In a sense, of course, I am conceited," he replied.

"I am the happiest and proudest man here.