How is it possible?
But how is it possible ?" Her voice trembled a little with something so sweet that it raced through his veins with magic.
"Did you rub the lamp ?" he said.

"Because I couldn't help coming." She looked at him breathlessly.
"Have you," he asked her gravely, "eaten of the potatoes of Yaque?
And are you going to say, 'Off with his head'?
And can you tell me what is the population of the island ?" At that they both laughed--the merry, irrepressible laugh of youth which explains that the world is a very good place indeed and that one is glad that one belongs there.

And the memory of that breakfast on the other side of the world, of their happy talk about what would happen if they two were impossibly to meet in Yaque came back to them both, and set his heart beating and flooded her face with delicate colour.

In her laugh was a little catching of the breath that was enchanting.
"Not yet," she said, "your head is safe till you tell me how you got here, at all events.

Now tell me--oh, tell me.