Thy moonlight walks are trodden by invisible footsteps.

Would I had never left thee, Paradise of my heart! Would I had never tasted the fruit of the tree of knowledge, which, though golden to the eye, turns to ashes on the lips! * * * * * When Ernest urged me to appoint a period for our marriage, I was startled--alarmed.

I thought not of hastening to my destiny quite so soon.

I was too young.

I must wait at least two years before assuming the responsibilities of a wife.
"Two years!--two centuries!" he exclaimed.