I love you dearly, dearly! better far than I did when I asked you to be mine--when we gave ourselves to each other." "Oh, is it true?
do you really love me yet in spite of all my jealousy and wilfulness, and--and--oh, I have been very bad and ungrateful and troublesome!" she sobbed, clinging about his neck.
"And I have been too dictatorial and stern," he said, kissing her again and again.

"I have not had the patience I ought to have had with my little girl-wife, have not been so forbearing and kind as I meant to be." "Indeed, you have been very patient and forbearing," she returned, "and would never have been cross to me if I hadn't provoked you beyond endurance.

I have been very bad to you, dear Ned, but if you'll keep me and love me I'll try to behave better." "I'll do both," he said, holding her closer and repeating his caresses.
"Oh, I'm so glad, so glad!" she cried, with the tears running over her cheeks, "so glad I have to weep for joy.

And I've been breaking my heart since you went away and left me in anger and without one word of good-by." "My poor darling, it was too cruel," he sighed; "but I found I could not stand it any more than you, so had to come back to make it up with you.
And I frightened you terribly down there at the door, did I not ?" "O Ned," she murmured, hiding her blushing face on his breast, "how very good you are to be so loving and kind when you have a right to be angry and stern with me.

You haven't even asked me what I was doing down there in the night." "Your note explained that," he said in moved tones, thinking how great must have been the distress that led to such an act, "and I fear I am as deserving of reproof as yourself." "Then you will forgive me ?" she asked humbly.