I know you trust me in many ways, to love you faithfully always, to speak truth to you always, to defend you always, to help you with my life when you shall be in need.

You know that I love you so, as you love me.

Have we not often said it?
You wrote it in your letter, too--ah, dear, I thank you for that.

Yes, I have read it--I have it here, near my heart, and I shall read it again before I sleep--" Without a word, and still listening, she bent down and pressed her lips to the place where her letter lay.

He touched her hair with his lips and went on speaking, as she leaned back against the wall again.
"You must trust me even more than that, my beloved," he said.