If I could but know that my love were not in vain! If you could give me some word of hope!" A beautiful look lit up her eyes; she opened her mouth to speak, when a voice shouted-- "Come, Justin; don't loiter so.

We shall not get back in time for dinner, if you do." It was Tom Temple who spoke, and a turn in the lane revealed him.

To say I was sorry would be but to hint at my feelings.

But I could not hinder the turn things had taken, so we started our horses into a gallop, I hoping that soon another opportunity might occur for our being alone, when I trusted she would tell me what I desired to know.
I do not know how I dared to make my confession of love, for certainly I had but little proof of her caring for me.

If I hoped, it was almost without reason; and yet, as we galloped on, my heart beat right joyfully.
Nothing of importance occurred during the ride.