His hand still rested upon her waist.
"But what a mistake to want the impossible!" he said, after a moment.
"I always do," said Dinah.

"At least," she glanced up at him again, "I always have--until to-night." "And to-night ?" he questioned, dropping his voice.
"Oh, I am quite happy to-night," she said, with a little laugh, "even without the wings.

If I hadn't thought of them, I should have nothing left to wish for." "I wish I could say the same," said Sir Eustace, with the faint mocking smile at the corners of his lips.
"What can you want more ?" asked Dinah innocently.
He leaned to her.

"A big thing--a small thing! Would you give it to me, my elf of the mountains, if I dared to tell you what it was ?" Her eyes fluttered and fell before the flaming ardour of his.

"I--I don't know," she faltered, in sudden confusion.