His lover's sentiment had grown rageingly jealous of the lordly German.

But Emilia said, "I have you on my heart more when I touch your hand only, and think.

If you kiss me, I go into a cloud, and lose your face in my mind." "Yes, yes;" replied Wilfrid, pleased to sustain the argument for the sake of its fruitful promises.

"But you must submit to be kissed, my darling.

You will have to." She gazed inquiringly.
"When you are married, I mean." "When will you marry me ?" she said.
The heir-apparent of the house of Pole blinked probably at that moment more foolishly than most mortal men have done.