If, somehow, they could think we are engaged, and would let us alone for the rest of our lives, it would not matter....
Except I should like to have a house alone with you." And she stooped, resting her cheek lightly against his, eyes vaguely sweet in the moonlight.
"I love you so," she murmured, as though to herself, "and there seems no end to it.

It is such a hopeless sequence when yesterday's love becomes to-day's adoration and to-morrow's worship.

What am I to do?
What is the use of saying I am not free to love you, when I do ?" She smiled dreamily.

"I was silly enough to think it impossible once.

Do you remember ?" "You darling!" he whispered, adoring her innocence.