The fire seemed to have paled in the rubies round the white neck of Titian's gorgeous beauty.
Lord Arleigh clasped his wife in his arms, and then he placed her at some little distance from himself, where the silvery moonlight fell on the fair, lovely profile, on the golden head, on the superb dress of rich white silk and on the gleaming diamonds.
"My darling," he said, "you are thousand times lovelier than even Titian's beauty here! Do you remember all we suffered in this spot ?' "I can never forget it," she replied.
"But you must forget it--it is for that I have brought you hither.

This is the pleasantest nook in our house, and I want you to have pleasant associations with it.

Where we suffered hear me say----" He paused.
"What is it ?" she asked, quietly.
He threw his arms round her, and drew her to his breast.
"Hear me say this, my darling--that I love you with all my heart; that I will so love you, truthfully and faithfully, until death; and that I thank Heaven for the sweetest and best of all blessings, the gift of a good, pure, and loving wife.".