She could be steadily happy without many immediate words about her happiness.

When they had reached the house, and were once more together in the drawing-room, she again gave him her hand, and was the first to speak.

"And you; are you contented ?" she asked.

Who does not know the smile of triumph with which a girl asks such a question at such a moment as that?
"Contented ?--well,--yes; I think I am," he said.
But even those words did not move her to doubt.

"If you are," she said, "I am.