She did not attempt to refuse me.
"So you have come at last!" she murmured, with a glow on her face, half nestling towards me, half withdrawing, as if two wills tore her in different directions.

"I have been expecting you for some days; and, somehow, to-day, I was almost certain you were coming!" "Then you are not angry with me ?" I cried.

"You remember, you forbade me!" "Angry with you?
Dear Hubert, could I ever be angry with you, especially for thus showing me your devotion and your trust?
I am never angry with you.

When one knows, one understands.

I have thought of you so often; sometimes, alone here in this raw new land, I have longed for you to come.