'Emily'-- and then his name in return, with interchange of looks; was it not enough for some minutes?
'There is a fallen trunk,' Wilfrid said, pointing to a remoter spot.
'Shall we sit there ?' 'How well it has been managed,' he exclaimed when they had seated themselves.

'You remember the fairy tales in which the old woman bids some one go to a certain place and do such and such a thing and something is sure to happen?
"And it befell just as the old woman had said."' 'And I am the old woman.

They call her a witch in the stories.' 'A witch, yes; but so young and beautiful.

What delight it was to find your letter, dearest! What careful directions! I laughed at your dreadful anxiety to make it quite, quite clear.

Won't you take the glove off?
How your hand trembles; no, I will unbutton it myself.' He kissed the fingers lightly, and then held them pressed.
'But why have you come all this distance, Wilfrid ?' 'Would it not be enough if I said I had come to see you?
What distance would be too far for that ?' 'But you were to have left England to-day ?' 'So I was, but I shall not go--till you go with me, Emily.' She looked at him with anxious eyes.
'Well, I will tell you all there is to tell.