She was living in a paradise, but hers contained no doubts or uncertainties.

She knew that indeed she had lived and breathed the night before, and found complete happiness in John Derringham's arms.
That, then, was what Aphrodite had always been telling her.

She knew now the meaning of the love in her eyes.

This glorious and divine thing had been given to her, too--out of the night.
It was fully perceived at last, not only half glanced at almost with fear.

Love had come to her, and whatever might reck of sorrow, it meant her whole life and soul.
And this precious gift of the pure thing from God she had given in her turn to John Derringham as his lips had pressed her lips.
She spent the whole day in the garden, sitting in the summer house surveying the world.