How little circumstance has to do with bliss!" he added, with a philosophical sigh.

"Here we are in a wretched hut, roared and rained upon by an equinoctial tempest, and I am in paradise!" "I must go home," said Letty, recalled to a sense of her situation, yet set trembling with pleasure, by his words.

"See, it is getting quite dark!" "Don't be afraid, my white bird," said Tom.

"I will see you home.

But surely you are as well here as there anyhow! Who knows when we shall meet again?
Don't be alarmed; I'm not going to ask you to meet me anywhere; I know your sweet innocence would make you fancy it wrong, and then you would be unhappy.