I am no orator, and if I were, how could speech in any way express my feelings?
But you know them--you understand what it is, after so many years..." "I know," she said looking up into his eyes, and allowing him to seize her hand as he dropped on the bench by her side.

"If I did not I could not bear this--and I freely confess that I shed many more tears over you than you could imagine.

You love me, Constantine..." He threw his arm round her; but she disengaged herself, exclaiming: "Nay--I implore you, not so--not yet, till I have told you what troubles me, what keeps me from throwing myself wholly, freely into the arms of happiness.

I know what you will ask--what you have a right to ask; but before you speak, Constantine, remember once more all that has so often saddened our life, even as children, that has torn us asunder like a whirlwind although, ever since we can remember, our hearts have flowed towards each other.

But I need not remind you of what binds us--that we both know well, only too well...." "Nay," he replied boldly: "That we are only beginning to know in all its fullness and rapture.