No, I have no engagement.

You see, I only came down half an hour before we met in the church." Then they rose from their willow log and stood looking at each other, a very proper pair.

Something welled up in him and burst from his lips.
"How beautiful you have grown," he said.
She laughed a little, very softly, and said: "Beautiful! _I_?
Those Alpine snows affect the sight, don't they?
I felt like that on Popocatepetl.

Or is it the twilight that I have to thank?
Oh! you silly old Godfrey, you must have been living among very plain people." "You _are_ beautiful," he replied stubbornly, "the most beautiful woman I ever saw.

You always were, and you always will be." Again she laughed, for who of her sex is there that does not like to be called beautiful, especially when she knows that it is meant, and that whatever her personal shortcomings, to the speaker she is beautiful?
But this time the only answer she attempted was: "You said you were late, and you are getting later.