Once there, she looked about her for the boat beneath the willows.

A man was waiting in it--Morgan.

With two strokes of the oar he reached a spot where Amelie could come to him.

The young girl sprang down and he caught her in his arms.
The first thing the young girl noticed was the joyous radiance which illuminated, if we may say so, the face of her lover.
"Oh!" she cried, "you have something nice to tell me." "What makes you think so, dearest ?" asked Morgan with his tenderest smile.
"There is something in your face, my darling Charles, something more than the mere happiness of seeing me." "You are right," said Morgan, throwing the boat-chain around a willow and letting the oars float idly beside the boat.

Then, taking Amelie in his arms, he said, "You were right, my Amelie.