She was timid; he had her fingers first, then her whole arm, and she leaned over him.
'Julia, my sweet, dear girl,' he said; and she: 'Heriot, Walter, don't go--don't go; you do not care for me if you go.
Oh, don't go.' 'We've come to it,' said Heriot.
She asked why he was not in bed, and moaned on: 'Don't go.' I was speechless with wonder at the night and the scene.
They whispered; I saw their faces close together, and Heriot's arms round her neck.

'Oh, Heriot, my darling, my Walter,' she said, crying, I knew by the sound of her voice.
'Tell me you love me,' said Heriot.
'I do, I do, only don't go,' she answered.
'Will you love me faithfully ?' 'I will; I do.' 'Say, "I love you, Walter."' 'I love you, Walter.' 'For ever.' 'For ever.

Oh! what a morning for me.

Do you smell my honeysuckle?
Oh, don't go away from me, Walter.

Do you love me so ?' 'I'd go through a regiment of sabres to get at you.' 'But smell the night air; how sweet! oh, how sweet! No, not kiss me, if you are going to leave me; not kiss me, if you can be so cruel!' 'Do you dream of me in your bed ?' 'Yes, every night.' 'God bless the bed!' 'Every night I dream of you.