"You don't know," he added earnestly, "what a delight it has been to me to learn to know you.

I have had no greater pleasure in my life." "I am glad," Beatrice answered shortly.
"By the way," Geoffrey said presently, "there is something I want to ask you.

You are as good as a reference book for quotations, you know.

Some lines have been haunting me for the last twelve hours, and I cannot remember where they come from." "What are they ?" she asked, looking up, and Geoffrey saw, or thought he saw, a strange fear shining in her eyes.
"Here are four of them," he answered unconcernedly; "we have no time for long quotations: "'That shall be to-morrow, Not to-night: I must bury sorrow Out of sight.'" Beatrice heard--heard the very lines which had been upon her lips in the wild midnight that had gone.

Her heart seemed to stop; she became white as the dead, stumbled, and nearly fell.