It was dusk,--deep dusk,--but he knew her figure and was thrilled with joy.

They walked silently from the gate toward the veranda, and the youth's soul was moved too deeply for words.

So deeply indeed was his being stirred, that he did not notice in his eagerness to bring their souls together how she was holding him away from her heart.
The yellow roses were blooming, and the pink roses were in bud.

They strayed idly to the side of the house farthest from the street, and there they found the lilacs, heavy with blooms; they were higher than the girl's head,--a little thicket of them,--and behind the thicket was a rustic seat made of the grape-vines.

He stepped toward the chair, pulling her by the hand, and she followed.