She did not answer for a long time. It was as if everything in the world had drawn to the breaking point, and in a minute must certainly break.
"Yes," she said, at last, "I know."
Abruptly, by some impalpable sign, he knew what the answer would be, and he remained still.
She bent down over him and softened to her wonderful smile.
"Promise me," she insisted.
He promised with his still face.
"If I do not hold you cheap, you will never hold yourself cheap"
"If you do not hold me cheap, you mean?"
She bent down quite close beside him. "I hold you," she said, and then whispered, "dear."
"Me?"
She laughed aloud.
He was astonished beyond measure. He stipulated, lest there might be some misconception, "You will marry me?"
She was laughing, inundated by the sense of bountiful power, of possession and success. He looked quite a nice little man to have. "Yes," she laughed. "What else could I mean?" and, "Yes."
He felt as a praying hermit might have felt, snatched from the midst of his quiet devotions, his modest sackcloth and ashes, and hurled neck and crop over the glittering gates of Paradise, smack among the iridescent wings, the bright-eyed Cherubim. He
