She felt that he had confessed he loved her! And was she not happy at that thought?
She was: it was her happiest moment.

But, in that sort of vague and indistinct shrinking from the subject with which a woman who loves hears a disclosure of love from him on whose lips it is most sweet, she muttered some confused attempt to change the subject, and quickened her horse's pace.

Godolphin did not renew the topic so interesting and so dangerous, only, as with the winding of the road the landscape gradually faded from their view, he said, in a low voice, as if to himself,--"How long, how fondly, shall I remember this day!".