Say it again, darling." She raised her sweet face to mine.
"I love you," she said, simply; and it seemed to me the words died away in the summer wind more sweetly than an echo from heaven would die.
"And you will be my wife?
Agatha, promise me." "I will be your wife," she said; and then, to my thinking, we went straight away to fairyland.
I do not remember the sun setting, although it must have set; for when my senses returned to me a servant was standing before us, saying that Lady Thesiger was afraid it was growing cold.
There lay the dew shining on the trees and flowers, yet we had not even seen it fall..