He kissed her, and the vision of the critical world faded to a blank.

Whatever she was, he was her prime luminary, so he determined to think that he cast light upon a precious, an unrivalled land.
"You are my own, are you not, Emilia ?" "Yes; I am," she answered.
"That water seems to say 'for ever,'" he murmured; and Emilia's fingers pressed upon his.
Of marriage there was no further word.

Her heart was evidently quite at ease; and that it should be so without chaining him to a date, was Wilfrid's peculiar desire.

He could pledge himself to eternity, but shrank from being bound to eleven o'clock on the morrow morning.
So, now, the soft Summer hours flew like white doves from off the mounting moon, and the lovers turned to go, all being still: even the noise of the waters still to their ears, as life that is muffled in sleep.

They saw the cedar grey-edged under the moon: and Night, that clung like a bat beneath its ancient open palms.