I trembled with happiness at the thought of hearing him say it himself.

I knew he was going to say it now.
He held my hand and stroked it.

"My mother told you, Ysobel--what I am waiting for ?" he said.
"Yes." "Do you know I love you ?" he said, very low.
"Yes.

I love you, too.

My whole life would have been heaven if we could always have been together," was my answer.
He drew me up into his arms so that my cheek lay against his breast as I went on, holding fast to the rough tweed of his jacket and whispering: "I should have belonged to you two, heart and body and soul.