"But you don't know what that means! It does not mean that I love you--not merely that." "No; it means that you are glad I know you so well.

It is an ecstasy to you, is it not, to feel that I know you so well ?" "It is sweet," she said.

She asked curiously: "What did you do last night, after you left me?
I can't guess, though I daresay you can guess what I did." "You put the glove under your pillow, Grizel." (She had got the precious glove.) "However could you guess!" "It has often lain under my own." "Oh!" said Grizel, breathless.
"Could you not guess even that ?" "I wanted to be sure.

Did it do anything strange when you had it there ?" "I used to hear its heart beating." "Yes, exactly! But this is still more remarkable.

I put it away at last in my sweetest drawer, and when I woke in the morning it was under my pillow again.