I left Thirsk at seven o'clock.

Are you not glad to see me ?" "Glad!" He could not find words to express his gladness, but his silent kisses spoke for him and his beaming eyes and the warm clasp of his strong hand.

And his coffee was not coffee, it was some heavenly nectar, and his bread was more than the staff of life, it was the bread of love.

She brought her chair close to his side, she said _that_ was the place of honor.

She fed his heart with soft, beaming glances, and she amused him with laughable descriptions of her partners.