And now--" She laughed and tried to draw him toward her.
"Of course you are not in earnest, Miss Wharton," he said, slowly, his voice grave.

"Such a confession----" "It's the truth," she declared, shamelessly, holding tightly to him.

"It is simple, isn't it?
I love you--and I came to you.

I came, because I had to--I wanted to.

I had been thinking of you--dreaming of you.