Rather than lose her, he would toil at any most ignoble pursuit, amply repaid by the hope she granted him.
They had walked some distance, and were out of sight of the Mergellina, on the ascending road of Posillipo, all the moonlit glory of the bay before them.
"It will be long before we see it again," said Madeline, sadly.
"We will spend our honeymoon here," was Clifford's hopeful reply..