He loved her, and that was enough.

Her eyes looked, trance-like, into a dim, glorious future of life; her lips, still warm and reddened by his kiss, were just parted in a happy smile, when she was startled by the sound of an approaching footstep--a footstep quite familiar enough for her to recognize it, and which was unwelcome now, as disturbing her in the one blessed subject of thought in which alone she cared to indulge.
'Well, Philip! an' what brings _yo'_ here ?' was her rather ungracious greeting.
'Why, Sylvie, are yo' sorry to see me ?' asked Philip, reproachfully.
But she turned it off with assumed lightness.
'Oh, yes,' said she.

'I've been wanting yo' this week past wi' t' match to my blue ribbon yo' said yo'd get and bring me next time yo' came.' 'I've forgotten it, Sylvie.

It's clean gone out of my mind,' said Philip, with true regret.

'But I've had a deal to think on,' he continued, penitently, as if anxious to be forgiven.