Not a word of request was spoken; it was the eager, passionate command of his eyes she obeyed.

And for a few minutes they were speechless, then so intensely conscious that words stumbled and were lame, and they managed only syllables at a time.

But he took her hand, and they came by sunny alleys of boxwood to a great plane tree, bearing at wondrous height a mighty wealth of branches.

A bank of soft, green turf encircled its roots, and they sat down in the trembling shadows.

It was in the midst of the herb garden; beds of mint and thyme, rosemary and marjoram, basil, lavender, and other fragrant plants were around, and close at hand a little city of straw skeps peopled by golden brown bees; From these skeps came a delicious aroma of riced flowers and virgin wax.